The notes tell me something.
It conveys a message.
I often wonder what music is for. Void of any appreciation, I was left to wonder upon the subject.
I was never intertwined with the symphony.
The melody left nothing in me but an external stimuli to my hearing. Nothing more.
The singing were bothersome.
The voices which I preferred to be unheard propagates to my mind, annoying the inches between my soul.
It was nothing.
Dare I say beyond nothing.
But.
There is always a but.
It was never the music really.
It was never the purity of an orchestra. It was a smile.
A touch.
A gentle touch.
And ironically it was a voice.
Every word which is uttered.
Then music mattered.
The medium to which I convey my deepest longings and my fragile heart.
I never spoke of my flabbergasted eyes.
It was all in the beat.
The lyrics.
I was never a romantic.
Never a man of the soft sense.
Yet, a single thought of that soul, a single utter of that name, is enough to fill me with every melodic construction of the world.
Perhaps it was a mistake.
A sudden miscalculation.
But no.
It never was.
Never will be.
To me, she is the music which binds my whole world together.
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