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The music has no type... It is music!
We live in the era where everything must
have a type, it has to distinguish, to be
different from one another.
Only to be there... That hiatus between us.
I love music. The melodies, the voices, the
pauses between the notes. Your voice, my
own as i only listen to it, coming from within.
The rain, every single breath, the hand when
it hits the table with anger, the caress of love,
the genuine smile.
Everything for me is music... It is music too.
I feel that expresses me, everything that is
pure, real, from the source. The moment...
Every moment is an experience. Every time i
listen to the music from scratch, as your first
dive in crystal clear, cool water every summer.
Like your first kiss...
So echoes the music, so is my music. Because,
it is mine, each one of the notes... Such as
belongs to you, such as belongs to each one of
us individually and to all together simultaneously.
So is the music. So is life.
...Special for everyone, so special, that unites us.
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All sound has meaning, but many ignore it. Only few seem to show evidence that they may hear the meaning of every sound. Others would appear, at the very least, to give it their own meaning. Many seem deaf to the music, the meaning, in the sounds that are common. While others can hear even the music of silence. Some choose to share how they sense a moment, a thought, and these sharings we call songs. Some people share how they sense a moment, a thought, and these sharings we call poems. Some people share how they sense a moment, a thought, and these sharings we call art. Sometimes that moment, that thought, is an eternity and sometimes that moment, that thought, is a millisecond. Beauty is finding a moment shared by another and discovering that you both share parts of the way you sense that moment. Here I find echoes of thoughts I've thought. Here. I find Art and I find Beauty.
... To the thoughts you've thought.
... To these priceless moments that unite us through genuine beauty. Beauty of soul.
... To the ART.
Vibrations...
Energy.
It's so similar to light, too.
Clear Highlights... Clear Treble...
Deep Shadows... Deep Bass...
Forget every word.
Let there be sound.