Touch
Lay your fingers on these shiny strings
let's see what tomorrow brings.
Wrap your fingers around these sticks
transpose ancient code..to modern licks.
Upgrade your brain's 'input side'
and fire it up, we're going for a ride!
Touch of music
peace through you
in every musical thing you do
we are on the border
of creation's order
can you feel it now?
I believe it will reach..
every human soul
somehow.
poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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