There is stillness in the air,
no sound within the music,
fidelity exclaim perfection.
The notes sing glory,
there is purity in the air;
the violins weep,
the cellos cry,
the trumpets sing,
the piano chants
to the deepest ends of our hearts.
There is perfection in the air,
absolute serenity in harmony,
flawless calmness,
with room to spare,
to meditate and wander
to no end.
There is silence within the music
there is silence as it plays,
there is silence in the air.
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