So small.
Tiny in comparison to us Giants.
Alone, you are on e spider on my windowsill but together all of you make up twenty.
Precious. Invading my space but recoiling at my breath. I mean no harm at all.
But you? I'm not so sure.
To let you dwell there, swinging, some would call me crazy but why should I disturb your place?
Disrturbing your peace would be unkind.
Stand your ground, I will stand mine.
From one instrument to another, I say hello.
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