Wednesday, 4 February 2015

life set down in notes

I love music. Don't you?

There's something about it that completes life. There isn't a soul on this earth that can honestly say that he or she hates music, am I right? We all love it. Sure, we have our own choice of genres, but the truth remains, we cannot live without music. 

Where words fail, music somehow delivers. Hence, the existence of instrumental music. It's almost as if the musical notes that resonate through the air are somehow able to be translated into words. What words exactly? No clue. But to the discerning listener, they are the right words. And all of a sudden, the indescribable is said.

Someone once said that not all poets are writers; that perhaps musicians are poets too. I think so too.

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