Music ran twinkling into the room,
swerving past corners and racing the dust,
spinning on tiptoe till dizzy it must,
weave through the silence like wool through a loom.
Spun into patterns and colouring space,
Turning and dashing to dance with the air,
Waltzing and leaping as high as it dare,
And softly departing with never a trace.
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