A symphony is heard in the distance
But the strings are untouched
The reed lay silent
And the baton lies still
The music plays inviting
It brings along peace
But the crowd is agitated
Like angry buzzing bees
Yet the hall remains silent
Claps from a pair of hands
Fill the empty stage
The silent music fades
A man longs to croon
Not a sound escapes his lips
In vain he tries pitifully
But his shouts remain mute
But the symphony increase in pace
His heart beat conducts
The still air stirs a little
While dust gather on the keys
Passersby walk deaf
But music fills the hall
Strings resound the walls
And the music goes on
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