The sound of a hundred strings,
Soothing melody of the autumn springs,
Would soon fill the empty silence of the auditorium
As the Master musician got ready for the act.
Harmonious rhythms brought joy into the room
Happiness spread itself everywhere, with no place for gloom.
Each string told a mystical story
As if taking us into a whole new dimension.
Each melody told us something new,
Preparing us for stories which we never knew,
The music became more intense with each passing pluck
As untold tunes captivated the crowd like never before.
Music at a different level was being played today,
We knew forever in out hearts...this melody would stay,
The strokes so perfect,the sounds so sweet,
Heaven itself envied us mortals for once.
With the final tune,the strings finished their song
The musician with his hundred strings would be remembered,
Remembered long after he was gone,
For his music that made us alive
For the strokes like those that made us wish,
Why could we not go on living?
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