When eyes are closed, notes are in full bloom.
Strings are pulled in tedious fashion,
Bending to the will of their Creators.
A melodic life is born out of thought.
Representative of beauty and grace,
Ambassadors of rage and depression,
The notes strike beyond ears.
Hearing is no justification;
Feeling is righteousness incarnate.
Emotions are torn asunder as the harmony
Constructs a new heart, a new essence.
Enjoy the blissful existence now present.
Reach out with every ounce of your breath;
Grasp the orchestration that flows through your blood.
You will never be more alive.
You will never be more cognitive.
You will never be more than you are now.
These notes are messengers.
These sounds are reverends.
Fall into their congregation of beauty.
Release your dreams into their realities.
And breathe.
And live.
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