Triumphant

I hear it as i did in that minute before and i now see again,
Sound of piano and the fingers which write the introduction of the blast that has yet to come,
Sound of beat that slips through your heart and forces it to feel,
Sound of electric vibes dancing into the sky they worship!
Sound of violins and the eternal melancholy they sing,
Yes! sparkles of light that always shines by the sound that brings one back to life or perhaps merely a divine orchestra that you shall never tire to hear.

Sophie Parou

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