Stone Soup

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Moonlight

My gentle fingers landed on the heavy strings
as I saw the round circles
spiraling around the shining strings

The golden light entered the darkness of the room
as my thumb pricked the chilling string

My hands switched rapidly to the
next strings as I started to play a
sweet song, high notes and low notes
echoing throughout the room

All the light faded away from sight
and the sad low notes mixed with the happy ones
The rhythm of the music wrapped around me
like a quilt as all the notes connected and began to create
the song that glowed inside me
The music flowed in bouncy vibrating waves
until I didn’t think about playing music at all on my elegant guitar
I just let the glowing music play out
of my mind and of my heart.

Sofie-Dardzinski
Sofie Dardzinski, 9
Potomac, MD