The noises that become a song are the same as the words that become a poem. They start out as chunky bits of effervescence and turn into something beautiful. The hard starts become smooth finishes, just as splinters are taken off by the sander.
Grit rubs across the top parts and grinds them down to join the rest of the fragrant pieces below. As sand grains turn to dust, the roughness becomes smooth and gives way to the eloquent patterns inside. Stains draw out the natural colors and let them shine through the overall faceplate of wood.
Tunes sharpen, soften, blend together making melody and harmony – reaching deeply into the soul to bring forth the deadened parts of humanity and put life back into that which needed reviving.
And words have levied the day against darkness.
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Perfect last line. I love the imagery.