Music Creates


The Bass dirty & grimy, the Horns are fit for a king

The Strings could lull a baby to sleep, the Drums could wake the whole block

The Cadences & Syncopations free me

These wonderful & soothing Sounds arouse jubilance

Staccatos deliver Nostalgia & then Anger, oh wait, somebody pulled my earphones out

That feeling you get when your favorite song comes on

That feeling you get when you find that new favorite song

That feeling you get when your favorite artist finally releases that project, about time

Escaping into the world it creates, remaining ignorant to the world & all of your sorroundings

Letting everbody you know into this "secret" world of yours

That is what Music Creates


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