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Gedicht: The sounds we don't play

I watch people play their orchestra,
And wonder what it means to them.
The quiet loss of what they could have done,
A single note, played over again.

What keeps them from trying other keys,
But the comfort they’ve always known?
There’s more to hear if one would wander—
Life isn’t built on one dull tone.

Over het gedicht:

People often stick to what they know. They change their clothes, hair, glasses, and appearance, but never consider how to communicate or expand their vocal range.