we should jam some time

Cold steel under my fingers
biting into the calluses formed
by years of innovating and playing
creating moods that dance and float
through the stillness of the room
creating an atmosphere capable of
calling forth a burst of laughter
a slow nod of the head
or wrenching my soul in mournful lament
no one truly understands
except you

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