When you’re alone with that sweet wood,
the strings silent, bow taut, the heart hesitant;
go into the Forest of Birse and listen.
Moonlight is best; you know the music of days.
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Like it, a great poem. A good write. May i. invite you to read my new poem called, A Window Of Time 3.