You and I talk about the creation
of each of our futures.
The plan changes me from a passive bystander to an active participator,
As
if it was the resonance of a vibraphone, felt in my bones.
I
realize the affinity between the music and us, and
You and I look at one another.
The
multiple-layered tones created by the mallets,
They
become a sympathy telling our fancy, streaming to our bond.
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