Instruments have limits.
They are like people.
They have only so many notes,
And they can't speak your soul
With a small vocabulary.
There aren't words to nail
Down the essence of you.
They won't do you justice.
.
We will never know the
Extent of Mozart's beauty;
His music is an attempt to
Jump and break the ceiling.
His music is awe inspiring,
It's his soul, watered down.
He had no limits at heart,
But there's limits to sound.
There's many like Mozart.
Maybe you are one of them.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
Instruments have limits.
They are like people.
They have only so many notes,
And they can't speak your soul
With a small vocabulary.
There aren't words to nail
Down the essence of you.
They won't do you justice.
.
We will never know the
Extent of Mozart's beauty;
His music is an attempt to
Jump and break the ceiling.
His music is awe inspiring,
It's his soul, watered down.
He had no limits at heart,
But there's limits to sound.
There's many like Mozart.
Maybe you are one of them.
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