The guitar strums. The bass hums.
The bang of the drum. The wind chime thrum.
The bees buzz. The cars vroom.
The people chatter. The birds natter.
The fence rattles. The glass shatters.
The fountain gushes. The wind blows the thrushes.
The fishermen whistle. The feet tap.
The hands snap. I listen.
The music of life surrounds me. My location doesn't matter. The notes of this life is something no man may master. Only pieces can be caught and held in the great orchestras. Symphonies that are but a small part of the Universe's melody. I can't master it, but I can hear it. It can give me goosebumps, it can make me cry, it can make me laugh, most of all it makes me feel like I have a soul. My body is dancing awkwardly to the rhythm, while my soul is dancing like the King of Pop himself. Every moment of my life is effected by this cosmic melody. I often bug people because I tap my feet quite often. Most assume this is because I have too much energy. Oh, how wrong they are. It is my own musicality trying to find a place to sit in the grand auditorium of the Universe. There are millions upon millions of songs in that place. Every simple song yearns to find it's way out of you. It needs to find it's place in the world. So, get out there, pick up an instrument, start singing, or beat box if you want to. Just let out the fire of your soul in order that we may all stay warm together.
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