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The Remaining Quartet Deanna Moore
The strings mesh Creating more than sound Feeling. She sits Softly poised The cello soothes her With a low melodic tranquility. Two, now three more join Adding to the flow The current The family. The lead drops out The cello remains Haunting she stays Forcing the song to continue Entranced by the deep melody Incapable of abandoning What she has now created. Giving Moving Loving The ever-resonating force, My mother.
THE LEGACY
