Notes, reflections of creativity, light for the lost ones, a pain killer for the broken-hearted. A window to see the outside, telling a story that's read differently by different people. Inspirational, free and universal. No need for a language for you to understand. all you need is your ears, imagination and taste.
She’s like drugs, she gets you high but with no down, unique like the birth of new colors out of red, blue and yellow. Just like architecture but with no buildings, shouting, crying and talking with words that charm you to forget about everything but she's hard for you to forget.
Diverse with many colors like aurora, MUSIC it's the word with nothing to describe. She may make you cry or jump for joy. she may turn up your spirit and she will let you see images which are really strange but familiar. She may get you to smell something you like or hate. You may see your dreams, your history, and your spirit naked. You may feel like it's summer in the middle of the winter, you may remember the nights you spent with no sleep, the chances you left behind, the choices you made in your life.
Time becomes powerless once you fall under the spell of her, a second can be an hour and everything is possible, give up and surrender for the magic and you'll see everything that your eyes couldn't see. It’s another world with no laws, the only condition is happiness, no gravity, no wind and no cloudy skies any more.. it's your own world to draw.
She steals your voice and brings it up with her own, move with her, feel her concurring your veins like poison. She’ll kill you to live a better life, possessed with her, doing anything she asks for, like the symbols of a code, she'll decode the side you haven't read of yourself, replying the messages you haven't sent, you'll shiver once you listen to the first whisper from her.
Floating on a wave in the sea of irresponsibility. No one in the whole world can tell you how to feel, or what to see. She may get you to sleep like a child with his lovely caring mother, and she may wake you up like the first crack on the walls of the night. speaking with the non-materialized side of you, she's like the eclipse because she reveals the truth around your heart.
Dancing is her son, she gave birth to him right after she was born, and the blessed fingers of her creators were the first to discover the magical effect of her. The keys of the piano were the most blessed objects on earth, as will as the strings of the guitar, violin and all the family.
You'll never get bored of her, no matter how many times you've listened to her, you'll always discover something you didn't taste before. she makes you realize the perfection built right inside of her, and nothing can take her away unless she ordered you.
If you lose her you'll go running, looking for her, like a hysterical being you'll be searching. If you didn't find her your soul will turn into an old wrinkled tree in the middle of an old farm in no where.
Once you find her after along time of searching, you'll meet her like your lost child. you'll hug her, and you'll have no control over your nerves.
One sense of unity unifies her with herself. Inner peace will grow up in your center, and your vision will be colored with an infinite number of colors. If you didn't know how to control her, she may push you over the edge of insanity. You’ll fall into pieces like shattered glass. the only way to get back together is melting it and shaping it again like clay in the hands of an old potter.
When all the sentences are locked up with no way out, the words will have the ability to describe her, she is no person, no thing, no nothing. she's not the notes on the papers of a symphony, she's not found in any place but the place you want her to be in. she's a sense of art, a star in the middle of the black sky may describe her..
Dedicated to the amazing Boston Children's Chorus.
