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Music is so much more Than just rhythms on a page because I can hear the bass in someone's chest Or jazz in their laughter And I can find music In the way people's voices rise and fall Or the sound of their lungs The low trill that comes from the smugness in someone's voice Or the fast strings of someone panicking Some people sound like a piano, smooth and quiet While others sound like the thunder of the brass, Unable to be missed, but capable of tender moments Because no one is less than an orchestrated piece No one notices the subtle parts at first, Like the vibrato in the solo of their thoughts Or the sudden accelerando of passion and arguments The forte pianos of being tired of fighting Or the single flute of absolute euphoria But when you return again and again You fall in love with the way Words seem to rise from their feet and wash over you like fog, like a bassoon Or the quickly improvised comments that fills you with a sense of warmth and safety   play with the strings of your heart like a saxophone Because nothing compares to noticing the people Who are made up of nothing else but music
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
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Music is so much more Than just rhythms on a page because I can hear the bass in someone's chest Or jazz in their laughter And I can find music In the way people's voices rise and fall Or the sound of their lungs The low trill that comes from the smugness in someone's voice Or the fast strings of someone panicking Some people sound like a piano, smooth and quiet While others sound like the thunder of the brass, Unable to be missed, but capable of tender moments Because no one is less than an orchestrated piece No one notices the subtle parts at first, Like the vibrato in the solo of their thoughts Or the sudden accelerando of passion and arguments The forte pianos of being tired of fighting Or the single flute of absolute euphoria But when you return again and again You fall in love with the way Words seem to rise from their feet and wash over you like fog, like a bassoon Or the quickly improvised comments that fills you with a sense of warmth and safety   play with the strings of your heart like a saxophone Because nothing compares to noticing the people Who are made up of nothing else but music
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katie-tanji
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
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