Manipulation
I watch him manipulate with his euphony,
Change the sounds subtly and images spin.
Then I hear a strange clearly new symphony.
His instrument held so gently I do not know,
Its' sounds take me where I've never been.
Vistas pass through my mind, and visions grow.
Places I have quietly imagined the sounds reveal,
His notes in my mind deftly paint a green glen.
Quiet serenities over my soul slowly steal
Just as I fall under the spell of the new melody,
Again change falls softly a fresh place to begin.
Dance and movement come with this new revelry.
I watch him manipulate with his euphony,
Change the sound subtly and images spin.
Then I hear a strange clearly new symphony.
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