By a myriad of muses, I find myself touched by music.
The sound of the movement, of her vocal chords is beauty.
Oh the amalgamation of vibration, I'll never get used to it.
The sound of the movement, of her vocal chords is beauty.
Oh the amalgamation of vibration, I'll never get used to it.
I don't know why I'm affected as I am, but damn.
It's as though I'm Adam in the Creation of Man.
Instead of God, it's a B Minor reaching out to my hand.
With every note struck, I'm held captive to this madness.
I'm flattened, and find this pattern impossible to fathom.
Like a ripple in the fabric, creation had happened.
To the producer, never stop what you do.
You bring from the heavens a jewel.
You can turn a wise man into a fool.
A simple exercise into a school.
My ears are to music what my soul is to fuel.
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