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Watching his fingers
on the frets on his bow
teasing the music,
he was drawing the notes
out of his instrument
calling them forth
his violin singing
as surely as her voice
joining together
in praise
making a noise
pleasing to the creator

September 5, 2008
written at the Agape Café coffeehouse
Wesley United Methodist Church
(one of 24 written there that night)

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