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Dear Music,
I don't play you with notes. I don't play you with time signatures, tempo, or tuning. I don't play you with rhythm, melody, or harmony. I dont play you with verses, choruses, bridges, or breakdowns. I don't play you with wattage, amps, or speakers. I don't play music with brass, wood, or strings.
I play music with my fingers; with my mind. I play music with my heart, my soul, and my body. I play music with feeling; the feeling I get when I combine all the elements that people normally associate with music to create something none of them would expect. I play music that I love. I play music that comes from me.
I play you with feeling.
Love,
Michael
I don't play you with notes. I don't play you with time signatures, tempo, or tuning. I don't play you with rhythm, melody, or harmony. I dont play you with verses, choruses, bridges, or breakdowns. I don't play you with wattage, amps, or speakers. I don't play music with brass, wood, or strings.
I play music with my fingers; with my mind. I play music with my heart, my soul, and my body. I play music with feeling; the feeling I get when I combine all the elements that people normally associate with music to create something none of them would expect. I play music that I love. I play music that comes from me.
I play you with feeling.
Love,
Michael