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The Dissonant Violin


I am a violin
and today I am untuned
the sounds from my strings are discordant
from sitting too long in my case
or from the long winter coldness
the musician draws the bow again and again
stops and starts then stops again
the music coming from me
will not improve until my strings are restrung
until i am warmed up and practised
then my master will pick me up with joy
my cadence will perfume the air
in the place where everything is music

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