Thursday, May 27, 2010

music, words.

Music is a catalyst for emotion that lies under our shells
Shells that we have erected in order to shield us from the battery
Of constant, searing, white noise that makes our ears ring
Even in the quietest moments
We are left dazed and bewildered
And we look for love and reach for it
Because it is pure truth and that is all we have
That, and the music that completes us
Making all that is reptilian, artful
Full of purpose and laden with whimsy, at once
It unites us like a sport or more, war,
The weapons are harmony and a rhythm
The time is now
The feeling that it gives you is real

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