In my head
In my house,
Even on the road
Never like a mouse.
And when silence eventually is
Still it resìdes in my head
Thoughts colided or desires lingered.
But no matter what comes to be,my rhythm is always intune with yours
And thats how all that noise,comes to melody.
Now arranged,mastered and refined!
No longer just noise,listen carefully!
Filter through the rubble,and all that conjestion begins to take form.
MUSIC! one self harmonise with another...
1 comment:
not just arranged,but mastered and refined to make the sound of ad-infinitive melody in those sequence of high magnitude.devoured,super lyrically powered.
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