Music never stopsA Poem by LegolasWhat do you think it's about?
I look before me.
Black lines weave throughout a stark white page. Carefully plotted ink spots dot the thin strokes. Although it may not seem like it, these tell a story. The right hand starts off slow. Beautiful for the first bit. Then it starts becoming detached; almost ugly sounding. The left hand then starts, taking over from the right. Just as the right, it starts wonderfully. After a while, it loses it's melody. Both hands come together. A little rough at first, but then they find each others rhythm. No longer are they lost or incomplete. Together they have created music. A symphony of notes. A rhapsody of love. A sonata of feeling. Each note compliments the others perfectly. Like this, they could go on forever; making music for each other, and they do. The music never stops.
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