Every thought, every sight, every idea is built by WORDS,
You see a LEAF in color GREEN,
Feel HAPPY, CONFUSED, or MOLLIFIED.
But music is not so limited--
it is just sound, just pure emotion.
It does not go FEAR! CAUTION! WAITING!
but somehow, it's Bum-Plulum-AaaRRUM speaks those thoughts far more clearly.
It filters between the lines of language like light through a cracked-open door
it drips from heaven,
unchecked.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
Every thought, every sight, every idea is built by WORDS,
You see a LEAF in color GREEN,
Feel HAPPY, CONFUSED, or MOLLIFIED.
But music is not so limited--
it is just sound, just pure emotion.
It does not go FEAR! CAUTION! WAITING!
but somehow, it's Bum-Plulum-AaaRRUM speaks those thoughts far more clearly.
It filters between the lines of language like light through a cracked-open door
it drips from heaven,
unchecked.
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