Take That Solo!

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The music of your life will be played.
Only the self-unaware are deaf to it
and even they cannot escape.
We are only the notes our souls play.
The harmony or dissonance we hear.
You can hum your life as a quiet tune
or beat it out as a long drum solo.
It doesn’t matter what your instrument:
sousaphone, zither, spoons, or violin.
You must play and play and play
until the sound ends with a dying fall
and silence reclaims your heart.


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