Nothing to which it can be compared,
No adequate words to portray,
With reckless abandon I jump into the stream,
Let the current sweep me away.
While the vibrations penetrate my body,
My heart syncing with the beat,
I drift on a tide of melody.
And thrill to the harmony’s heat.
But robbed by tremor and age,
Expression is trapped inside.
Instead of bursting from heart into song,
It leaks in drops from my eyes.
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