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Everything is waves—light, sound, even the tremor in your chest when you remember something you never told anyone.
Most people just let theirs crash and scatter.

I sit at the piano trying to shape mine into something precise: the exact frequency that slips under skin and finds the place that’s been quietly breaking for years.
The one that makes a heart soften instead of shatter.
The one that turns silence into tears that finally feel like relief.

I’m still learning.
Half the time I miss.
But when the wave lands right, the room holds its breath… and God exhales through the strings.
That’s all I’m chasing.

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All Glory to God alone