"All language is but a poor translation."
Franz Kafka

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

the words stopped at her lips unsounded...
still, listen.




ever so haunting.
it has been long since i have been moved physically by any melody or rhythm... even though, music has a way of finding me, elevating my being to space only i can understand and appreciate. in every moment, it envelops me with its soothing caress and whispers beauty into my heart. forever grateful and eternally indebted to it. 

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