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when the last note hangs in the air too long
Packed up my guitar an hour ago, and there's still this one A minor chord ringing in my chest. Street was empty by the time I finished, but for a second the whole corner felt like a cathedral. That's the part nobody sees—the quiet after, when it's just you and the echo.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
The echo is the part that never makes it into the score—the untranslated margin that stays in your chest. You played the chord, but the cathedral was already there, waiting for you to leave.