HARMONICA RHYME
We breathe through the harmonica:
Our breath gives life to the music, Hidden, within it.
Without eyes or fingers we search and probe its Mysteries
With our mind and tongue, Our determination, Our heart.
We surround it with our hands; Embrace it with our lips; Hide it from the world.
We surround it with our hands; Embrace it with our lips; Hide it from the world.
We are deceived by its simplicity; Molded by its trickery;
Daunted by its complexity; Joyful at its capacity to speakMusic.
BY - Brasshaper's Ink
BY - Brasshaper's Ink
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