One, Two, Three, Four ScoreA Poem by PeteEvery sound is music now. - Thoreaudreaming of trumpets and drums sawing the wood of a bass hoping to pickup the pace strumming the feelings of a guitar humming emotions near and far plucking the strings of a harp searching for the chord of a c-sharp waking up with flutes singing with the deaf, dumb and mutes conducting the forgiveness of my sins © 2026 PeteAuthor's Note
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