Music notes in which speak their own life.
Their own words in their language.
Listen to the low beats.
They're telling you a sad story....
Listen to the high notes;
it may as well be happy....
Hear the ways people sing.
See the way people write.
Notes and emotions, they're both the same thing.
The piano plays, a soft tune.
Just something to welcome the morning's early dew.
The flutes play, when children at night are in their slumber.
The violin and cello awake for the morrow....
Speak to us, the notes that are formed.
Sing to us, the birds of forevermore.
Music is as precious as the air that filters through our lungs.
It is as precious as the water that we drink....
As precious as all the necessities, in our life, that we need....
See their fingers work along the keyboard.
Watch the calluses begin to form when they strum a guitar.
It all starts in the same way.
Pain.
We try our hardest, to show the world new beauty.
We all begin crawling....
After you learn the first steps, then comes walking.
Watch the people as they raise their voices.
Readying themselves to sing.
Hear their mellow vocal chords,
and the way their passion erupts in their hearts.
Watch them as they stumble.
Only to catch themselves once more.
They will not give up. Not until they achieve their goal.
Watch the hands of fate, create a new world order.
Watch as they try to make life even better.
Form a code on the lines.
Make sure, in songs, you dot your I's....
Music can be in many forms.
Many in which people don't understand.
From the lullaby to heavy rock.
Latin to Irish punk.
All started out in the same way.
All will stay in history.
Hear the violinist pluck at their strings.
The harp is played, matching the notes perfectly.
Coaxing the world to awake by the soft tune.
Music is something we need in our life.
Without it, it's as if we can't breathe.
We need it in our life, for then, no one or bird can sing.
Hear the simplest words be turned into a beat.
Even tires make music when they skid and screech.
The simplest sounds are formed into musical melodies.
The simplest stories turn into the words.
Every object in life, every sound that is heard, turns into an instrument to strum.
Like a guitar before it's strings are strung snapped.
Anything can be music.
Everyone understands it.
Even a deaf man can feel the beat erupt through the grounds and streets.
When you wake the next morning, and you hear your alarm start to ring.
When you hear the children's young laughter fill the streets and into your eardrums.
As well as the birds you find annoying in the early morning.
Just smile and remember.
Every little thing you hear and may annoy you, holds the same amount of beauty.
Because, it's...
Music.
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