The dreamer with his precious instruments
A collector of melodies, a lover of sounds
Intricate designs and polished finishes
Each one a masterpiece, a true work of art
He displays them proudly, in full view
A tribute to the beauty of music
A reminder of his passion, his love
But the fear lingers deeper within
What if he’s not good enough, he wonders
What if his fingers fumble and fail
What if he can’t produce the magic
That he knows those instruments contain
And so the dreamer remains frozen
Unable to express the melodies within.
The instruments remain silent, untouched
As the dreamer battles his self-doubt
But still he clings to his frail hope
That one day he will find some courage
To unleash the music that lies within him
And let it soar, wild and free
For the dreamer dreams that the instruments
Are not just objects to be admired
But gateways to a world of magic and wonder
And releases fear to step through that door.
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