The love of music
Notes go up
Keys go down
When you rest
The race has stopped.
The race has stopped
The race has stopped
Oh no the race has stopped.
You play a note
You sing a song.
You play a note
You play a song.
A song
A song
You sing a song.
A song
A song
You played a song.
You had it all
I knew you did
You had it all
You won it all
Know that you have it all to show
There is one more thing left to know.
Whether it be high or low,
How far will this race go?
poem by Christa Rhodes
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