The string section is playing now.
Here comes that mournful clarinet
finishing it off with a brief flourish
as the strings glide away
into the clouds.
The music re-emerges
beginning with piano rolls,
palatial skies, lazy streams of splendor,
while underneath
an anguish lies.
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Don't let the world's applause define your worth. Let your heart be lifted, comforted, by the symphony within. Can you hear it?
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