Tedium sometimes hit her hard
Its ceaseless pulse of passing time
Constant like a metronome
A lifelong mountain height to climb
Barren valley roads to nowhere else
Where music rarely ever played
Yet if you listened to the silence
Songs would whisper in the glade
Meaning came in music messages
Concerto’s filled her memory hall
Laughter dance and merriment
Reverberating wall to wall
Sunshine strong her leading light
Bringing gifts beyond compare
Warm caressing summer smile
With unspoken words to share
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