Full of Music

My first memory is filled with music. I listened to the ensemble of senses. The five instruments intertwined and Confirmed their findings to each other. My paradigm built itself harmonically. I was introduced to a glorious myriad Of mystical notes marvelously arrayed. And I understood that it is everywhere. I would create shapes while dreaming Of floating down stairs and running Far slower than I would've if I tried Getting away from the real monsters. I'd be between the moon and clouds On a white and wintry night outside With the soothing wind in my hair Dreaming of the vast green oceans, Where the fields and the forest met In majestic tree leaves and grass Fed by rivers, waterfalls and rain Remembered by the summer swelters. I would wish myself to be out there Where new songs were being performed, For I felt alive when they filled me And I knew I could take so much more. But like things turned gold on the hill When the calm of Fall started to set in And the year filled itself up with time, I completed by being full of music too.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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