Music is everything. Even the word "music" is melodious. When I lie down, and put my headphones, the music spreads through my whole body. The music has not come by my ears, as it flows through my whole body like a soft cloth that covers me. Suddenly, I'm not in my bed. I'm with my eyes closed, but I feel them wide open, catching the crowd in front of me, their faces illuminated by floodlights. The music is not a sound, is something solid. It walks in front of me and float through the air. So, I feel. I feel the pressure of the guitar string on my fingers. I feel the wands make their way into the barrel drums, and echoing on the meeting. I feel my fast fingers pressing each key on the keyboard in a single motion without stopping. I feel my voice making its way from the bottom of my lungs, through the neck and spreading to the air. Everything vibrates, breathes, moves in the same tune with each note of music. Everything is music. The music took over.
And then, something is coming. The end. It is as if the whole song leaded to the end, as a person walks from birth to death. It is expected, fast and slow, and marvelous. The strings go faster, they hit higher, higher, faster, and faster, one chord, one more note ... Then, the last note. A unison of all the music, every sound. It echoes, fast, but still. Making their way through each person, going through every obstacle, reco, resounding, echoing, reflecting on every surface that touch. He floats till disappear, like a mist ... And then disappears. The song ended.
And I open my eyes. I'm in my bed .. until the music starts again.
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