"Airborne" poem by Else Cederborg
Bending to receive the music
almost kneeling like in a prayer
music revigoring exhausted souls
so please, fill my ears with Mozart
let the notes pass all secret barriers
don't let anything stop them, not even me
wherever I tread let them come forth
a carpet of notes rolled out in front of me
this is the magic carpet that lets me float
wing-less, but still, air born and soaring
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