It is the art of expressing expressions through the persistence of the vivid soul. As rhythm blasts through the small piece of technology I held in my hand, the tune caressed my eardrums and it wasn’t long before the tempo took over and worked its way up to my mind, and then into the core of my thoughts. As the soothing flow of melody sanctions upon me, I was given the permission to pour my stream of consciousness onto the same paper that held the fluid from my eyes. Astonished by the range of vocals that kisses the instrumental so tenderly down to the very bass of the each percussion sneer. The music isolates me into my own space of rapture, as it provides me with an escape to all the sorrow that marinated my heart with hatred, and puts me in the state of being in the ascendant of my thought’s actions. The authority of music is an incredible thing; this repeated comprehension has never failed to put me in concussion.


Remidee



A throw back -
Saturday, September 27, 2008