Beloved Woman, you are the music of my heart. Music is your more eloquent language and in this you have risen to near perfection.
You have played to me in innumerable down-to-earth words and rhythms and in ethereal language of the soul. There is no better way to entrain the heart of the world from the tumult of war – inside and out – to stillness and peace as the power of your music.
Beloved Woman of Music, continue to caress the heart of man, till like a young boy he snuggles to your bosom and lay down his arms to free the Dove of Peace from its cage.
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