In a sense, on the first day
I fell in love with music
Was my very first PULSE
The feeling of drums in my head
The vibrating excitement it gives,
Like someone knows my heartbeat
And has given it back to me
In the form of song.
On the second day
Opera and rhapsodic cries
Bring me tears
And taught me how to weep.
Shared with me my own experience
How they found them,
I will never know
On the third day
A fire was set in my throat,
I shouted words that were much more
Than words.
On that day, music taught me pain,
It showed me anger
It showed me passion
On the fourth day
I was possessed
My body was something greater
Ethereal movements
Controlled by strings
A puppet to the violins
And broken by piano keys.
The fifth day however
Was silence.
Possibly the most painful music
I’ve ever dared listen to.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
In a sense, on the first day
I fell in love with music
Was my very first PULSE
The feeling of drums in my head
The vibrating excitement it gives,
Like someone knows my heartbeat
And has given it back to me
In the form of song.
On the second day
Opera and rhapsodic cries
Bring me tears
And taught me how to weep.
Shared with me my own experience
How they found them,
I will never know
On the third day
A fire was set in my throat,
I shouted words that were much more
Than words.
On that day, music taught me pain,
It showed me anger
It showed me passion
On the fourth day
I was possessed
My body was something greater
Ethereal movements
Controlled by strings
A puppet to the violins
And broken by piano keys.
The fifth day however
Was silence.
Possibly the most painful music
I’ve ever dared listen to.
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