the notes sews my broken heart,
the beats braces my mangled soul,
my heart filts along the melody,
music,is now the acumen of my being.
it expresses every ardor which cannot be said and it is impossible to be silent upon.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
the notes sews my broken heart,
the beats braces my mangled soul,
my heart filts along the melody,
music,is now the acumen of my being.
it expresses every ardor which cannot be said and it is impossible to be silent upon.