The sounds of music tickle my soul, frequency absorbed by my skin from the time of first note’s burst it creates a thirst. A chain of waves, a torch carried by alternating octaves; slow race through a finite maze; four minutes and twenty-seven seconds trapped in time. Pictures form, continuously born, melody performs on mind’s center stage. Crisp as it is, as clear as a million tiny pins, music is my true love – oh yes, listen to the story, the poetry of life contained within.
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