A Still Small Voice

The artist’s melody infused the room.
Embraced the audience.
A violin, a cello, a flute,
a fine tuned piano. 
I held her hand
spoke to her in a still, small voice.
Like a bow to the strings of a violin,
    it resonated. 
Quiet words fashioned — whiffed softly through the night air
tenderly touch the soul
warm the heart. 
As we left the chamber hall
I kept [...]

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