Notes distilled in a great instrument
And played in ways of incomparable selection
Nothing random, yet intertwined to resemble
A river as it flows and slowly bends
A river of soulful, red wine tastes
Imported from the stars, one might say,
For the arches and crescendos run and pause
In ways that broaden our horizons
And expand our vision, our capacities
To see, to feel, to take comfort and pleasure
When all else falls like a house of cards.
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