The First Time I Felt Beauty

(A love poem to music.)

The first time I felt beauty, 

She revealed herself in quarter notes. 

Her voice knew

Where to linger 

In swaying harmonies

Her lips 

Knew where to salute me 

Only briefly.

The first time I felt beauty 

She embraced me 

Her own eyes 

Opened to meet mine 

Allowing me 

To greet myself 

For the first time.

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