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 once upon a time

John the roadie is setting up the room.
Its empty state belies the mayhem when
the music starts. But just now silence is the music.
reaching a crescendo -In a cough.
 Perhaps an intake of  Breath.
Then a single step descends and the music
of silence soars into our mind,  speakers say,
 not a word, coiled cables lie waiting.
all that's needed, is John to join the amps
together, the connection made, then
The ambient sound of silence resonates  
With people’s needs --the joy of music  

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