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  1. She was standing on a platform
Second row back from the stage
Stood like her father, slightly stooped
Hands clasped behind the base of her spine
In patient attendance
The man with the violin and the loop machine
Enchanted her, she stood petrified like stone
As he played the melody to her harmony
Beat tapped out on the wooden frame
Siren speakers singing in to her right ear
She felt the heat of the lights
On her skin and it was him, his instrument
A tool of beautiful creation and she
What was she but a stone idol
Locked in worship to a music
Greater than herself?
  2. She was standing on a platform

    Second row back from the stage

    Stood like her father, slightly stooped

    Hands clasped behind the base of her spine

    In patient attendance

    The man with the violin and the loop machine

    Enchanted her, she stood petrified like stone

    As he played the melody to her harmony

    Beat tapped out on the wooden frame

    Siren speakers singing in to her right ear

    She felt the heat of the lights

    On her skin and it was him, his instrument

    A tool of beautiful creation and she

    What was she but a stone idol

    Locked in worship to a music

    Greater than herself?

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