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Ode to the Weavers of Sound
To those who found the rhythm in silence, Who gave emotion measure, form, and space. The voice that raised the chorus, the finger that touched the key, Composers and Musicians, throughout the Earth!
Their scores are bridges, linking the time that has passed, Matter dissolves, but the note that remains, Resists the centuries, the chaos and the dust of history, Living not in bronze, but in our memory.
From the ancient lute to the thundering orchestra, They passed through here, and the song never ends. Behold the sublime legacy, the force that permeates: Matter may go, but the notes will never cease to exist.
