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Crush the drum.
Smash the chord.
Snap the string.
Bing. Bam. Slam. Bang. Sling. Pluck. Swing. Live. Die. Cry.
Words can't capture the liquid smooth role of the sax, sliding from a to g to f sharp back, back, back, back until the mind spins. Words arent enough. The notes slide smoothly through my inner eye, bouncing left to right to up to down to in to out and back yes again - i am born again; i live again. The music sops my tears like a sponge, collecting each scattershot emotion each scattershot yelp each scattershot break in my heart into one ball and sets that hairball on fire. Catharsis. Born again under the Rambling crescendo rippling flowing breathing through my piano. Reincarnated through somber melodies of Shearing, Davis, Cannonball - behold the colossal among mere men. Who says god is dead? Music is alive. Music is divine and a quick-step over. Pictures aren't worth a wasted breathe to real melody. Words fade out among the triplets i drool i scream i sell my soul to hear. Tears rush over and out but not those burning tears of pain- instead my tears of joy from tears of sound from tears of falling over my face i cant stop myself i listen.
Smash the chord.
Snap the string.
Bing. Bam. Slam. Bang. Sling. Pluck. Swing. Live. Die. Cry.
Words can't capture the liquid smooth role of the sax, sliding from a to g to f sharp back, back, back, back until the mind spins. Words arent enough. The notes slide smoothly through my inner eye, bouncing left to right to up to down to in to out and back yes again - i am born again; i live again. The music sops my tears like a sponge, collecting each scattershot emotion each scattershot yelp each scattershot break in my heart into one ball and sets that hairball on fire. Catharsis. Born again under the Rambling crescendo rippling flowing breathing through my piano. Reincarnated through somber melodies of Shearing, Davis, Cannonball - behold the colossal among mere men. Who says god is dead? Music is alive. Music is divine and a quick-step over. Pictures aren't worth a wasted breathe to real melody. Words fade out among the triplets i drool i scream i sell my soul to hear. Tears rush over and out but not those burning tears of pain- instead my tears of joy from tears of sound from tears of falling over my face i cant stop myself i listen.