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the universe
has things to say

and

she's
found an instrument
to help convey

on porches hung
and
in the trees

near open windows
to catch the breeze

wind and song
on brass and clay

wood and glass
swing and sway

threads of life
strands like veins,
piano wire
and
guitar strings

a rhapsody
a soliloquy
a breathing,
uninhibited
symphony

often ignored

it's
a voice
to be heard

close your eyes

be still.

you'll
understand
every

word.