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Strings, Keys, Picks, Pleas

February 27, 2010
By A.L.Sommer DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
A.L.Sommer DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world; there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that others won't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. We were all born to make manifest the glory of God that's within us - it's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Nelson Mandela

Much like a blooming flower are these:
The things of life, some strings, some keys.
Sweet ivory tinkling like a bell,
Then growing louder as music swells.

Composing music is an onward journey,
When one is moving, always learning
Though sometimes hard when it is forced,
It ends up lovely when from a pure source.

Music is flowing through mind and soul.
If only all people could feel it and know
How it feels to sit, to sing, to play,
To just let time pass and pass the day

Then to fall asleep with a song on your lips,
And a hum in your head from your musical trip.
In song you find your life is there.
When upon the paper you cast all your cares.

And so with this I leave you now:
A place to go in a realm less proud.
Where things of life are strings and keys.
Much like a blooming flower are these.

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