If everything could only be this real forever...
An orchestra of crickets and guitar strings reverberate the mood through me like a pulse. I am saturated with this moment, these sounds, these people, these experiences. An outpour of kindness and love; some of life's most important thoughts leak out only in tears. These words, these carefully arranged sounds convey a meaning more profound when translated into intangible, invisible feeling. Emotion floats around the room, settling ever so subtly; dusting the room with a memory.
Reality has never been this vivid, this full of movement. The gentle manipulation of guitar chord vibrations harmonize with my heart beat and reach me so much more than words ever could. It is through motion that guitar strings come alive, that crickets declare their presence into the night.
Naked words are spoken into the empty air and dress themselves in the meaning I give them. Light vibrations flutter about the room, descending and dangling delicately upon ears. There's a clarity to music, thoughts and feelings released to float and linger and twirl on the invisible currents of understanding.
Reality has never been this vivid, this full of movement. The gentle manipulation of guitar chord vibrations harmonize with my heart beat and reach me so much more than words ever could. It is through motion that guitar strings come alive, that crickets declare their presence into the night.
Naked words are spoken into the empty air and dress themselves in the meaning I give them. Light vibrations flutter about the room, descending and dangling delicately upon ears. There's a clarity to music, thoughts and feelings released to float and linger and twirl on the invisible currents of understanding.