Revolve your ear
To pick up the signal.
Is it a cry for help?
Is it a lover's laughter?
Is it a sonnet, a prose?
Is it a glorious opera?
Is it a breeze rustling the trees' leaves?
Does it bite?
Does it sting?
Does it fight?
Does it ring?
Does it call?
Does it sing?
No matter,
It is now yours
Now and forever.
For music is but one language with many dialects.
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