Music has to be a beloved symphony,
A treasure to behold truthfully,
Without it I would simply cease to be,
Cursed with silence dwelling in apathy,
A familiar tune I listen so many times,
Instruments combine and the singer rhymes,
Crescendo magnificent approach the peak,
Climax of sound my knees turn weak,
Buckle as it softens melodic markings,
Engraved in my mind takes me back to find,
Nostalgia for old moments of gold,
Nothing triggers my memory greater,
Than a song I loved and heard later
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