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The Paint That Never Dries

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Music is a form of liquid art that, when you close your eyes, will paint a picture in your mind with a paint that never dries. And being that it’s liquid…music has one solitary goal to paint all the crevices of your heart and every corner of your soul. Each song creates a different painting with it’s first note… it’s christening depending on the words…. the tune… and on the person listening. Music can take us to a myriad of places all from the comfort of our seat or, before we know it, can lift us up and have us dancing on our feet. Music can make us laugh, can make us sing… can make us cry sometimes it’s so magical it’s as if the notes are floating by. Music can burn like fire…its heat hot enough to make us scream It can flow fast and hard like a raging river…or soft and cool as a mountain stream. Music can wrap us in a sheet of ice that we slowly chip away or warm us like the sun peeking through the leaves in the shade of a summer day. Music can feel like medicine…healing us when we’re sick or it can feel like butter…like Butta!…as it spreads over us…warm and thick. But as exquisite as is the artwork from music’s liquid composition what makes it elegant what makes it beautiful are the hands of the musician. For once they touch their instruments… and we see that sparkle in their eyes we know it’s time to hold on to our seats because colors are about to fly. Soon we find ourselves floating a sea of colors and we smile we close our eyes as a picture is painted in our mind… with a paint that never dries.

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Date: 2/21/2020 5:40:00 AM
wow! What a nice poetic demonstration of music. Yes, music can spellbound us, have the capacity to make us cry, to fall us in depression. Can heal the wounds, make us happy enough. Yes, music is the magic and could never dries. Great work. Wishing all the best dear poet. sk
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