Music
It makes me feel something more than myself
Like when the symphony of a violin builds in a song
I want to fly straight up into the atmosphere and look down at our planet and feel bigger than life itself
When I hear a broken voice next to a melancholy piano
It feels like I am a chalice and someone is sipping life itself from my veins
And leaving behind nothing but tears dripping in silver from my cerulean eyes
A string of lyrics that draw pictures in my mind
Scribbling all of life’s emotions onto a blank sheet of parchment
The bass dropping like rain into a puddle
Compelling me to dive in and get lost in the music
It is difficult for me to think of one kind of music I adore
Because it isn’t about the genre for me.
It is about the instrumental genius and poetic lyrics
They make me spin out of control in the best way imaginable
Music is not only an art
But the master of the human race
It sculpts our life from the time we are young, to when we pass on
It has us pinned to a poetry wheel like a chunk of clay
Beating us down and then building us back up again
Molding our thoughts and emotions
to create a masterpiece.
We have an odd relationship with song as humans
We are the masterpiece in progress
But music is also the masterpiece of the human race
Our greatest creation
It is a holy bond that seems to be unbreakable
Like that of the sun and the moon
Music
It has the power to make everyone feel everything
It makes me feel something more than myself
Like when the symphony of a violin builds in a song
I want to fly straight up into the atmosphere and look down at our planet and feel bigger than life itself
When I hear a broken voice next to a melancholy piano
It feels like I am a chalice and someone is sipping life itself from my veins
And leaving behind nothing but tears dripping in silver from my cerulean eyes
A string of lyrics that draw pictures in my mind
Scribbling all of life’s emotions onto a blank sheet of parchment
The bass dropping like rain into a puddle
Compelling me to dive in and get lost in the music
It is difficult for me to think of one kind of music I adore
Because it isn’t about the genre for me.
It is about the instrumental genius and poetic lyrics
They make me spin out of control in the best way imaginable
Music is not only an art
But the master of the human race
It sculpts our life from the time we are young, to when we pass on
It has us pinned to a poetry wheel like a chunk of clay
Beating us down and then building us back up again
Molding our thoughts and emotions
to create a masterpiece.
We have an odd relationship with song as humans
We are the masterpiece in progress
But music is also the masterpiece of the human race
Our greatest creation
It is a holy bond that seems to be unbreakable
Like that of the sun and the moon
Music
It has the power to make everyone feel everything
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