Saturday, September 1, 2012

Muse-ick

When life is breathed into the inanimate
the surrounding air, once still, made to dance
in exhales and inhales, music is borne.

Touch becomes art, rhythm lifeline
and the ears, a stairway to euphoria
where each note vibrates perfection.

The mastery of restrain
within the confines of delirium
    — Playing music.

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Love this.



2 comments:

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    1. Not really. Just a piece on my long-standing fascination with musicians who play strings. Violins, cellos.

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