The Music Spirit

She becomes one with rhythm.

She is drawn into silence nothing but instruments; the world arounf her fades.

Her and her music are the only ones alive.

It possesses her, she is the music.

A combined free spirit now an art to the world which slowly repaints itself when the music ends.

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