She tunes her fiddle,
Plays a few notes and gets ready offstage,
The song ends and she steps into darkened hall.
She starts playing slow, letting the music fill the room.
She counts down the seconds slowly as she dances to her own melody,
An impish smile creeps on her face as the tempo increases.
Her fingers keeping the strings in place for each note,
The song is now in full swing.
She spins and twirls in time with her playing, increasing the magic of the melody.
Playing as she has always done, keeping the listeners enchanted.
The tempos fast pace stays until she ends with a flourish.
Thunderous applause greets the end as she steps off,
Letting the next song keep the audience spellbound for a while longer.
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