Walking through motions of living, yet dancing like a
ballerina, taking steps into a lengthy collection of
measures in times along with chords.
Keeping pace with rapid playing music that's taking
place in many emotions, rhythms beating individually
as we move into open spaces around us.
Losing ourselves as we continue to play with rhythms
and chords of our lives, going from one measure to an-
other freely.
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