The Composer's Voice
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I'll never know all the genius there is;
And note after note the big picture is all I understand.

We each take what we didn't know we brought.

Sing to me alone without words;
They are insufficient and fail my interpretation.

Sing to them on my left and them on my right;
They'll hear it in their own voice and understand.

We share this experience and remain strangers;
It's higher than we understand and lower than we'll admit.

You elate us all, each in out own way;
Speaking to us together with many voices - our own.

Tell us which to feel;
We jump at once in our own way.

Shake my tree and the forest rumbles in silent response;
Your dedication and purpose may be lost,
Your intention taken over by my own.

Make interpretation difficult to give it power;
Make it easy so I can see what I won't admit.

Pick my locks, my tumblers will fall.
My gate then open, enter me.
Slowly when I want, quickly when I need;
Fill me with purpose, I'll fill you with dreams.

I'm tangled up in blue.

Wing my words, be my angel,
Take my flight, give me purpose.