Open up the case, blow away the dust,
White dust left from practicing through the night.
Slaved away the hours, void of daylight,
It comes to this, performance is a must.
Exhaustion takes its toll, I can adjust,
to humble my hunger would be quite right.
Set the pain aside with my goal in sight.
I've done this before, the audience trusts.

Draw the bow acorss the string - A sweet sound
rings in my ear, sings songs for all to hear.
The wooden body resounds in my head,
Drowning out the sound of the world around.
This melody is quickly drawing near,
Music says it all, it leaves nothing unsaid.
 


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