My music, to some it is not real, but for me it plays 24/7 never stopping. Like time, it forever moves forward, never once stopping to look back. You don’t believe me; then let me tell you a bit more. I wake up every morning to the sounds of my music, it’s low, but not for long, as I rise up off my bed I put it up all the way. Then I sit back and close my eyes cause like I said it plays 24/7, there is no snooze button. I take this moment to not just feel, but smell, my music. Feel the base line, it reaches into your soul, it touches you, you know it is real. It screams, to let you know of the pain it feels. As my music plays, my dance partner is death itself. So what, my music doesn’t sound as nice as yours. Then again my music is about hardships and struggles, which harp strings and violin can’t capture alone. The beating of the drums is constant, like unknown footsteps behind you in a dark ally. There are no sunny days, but cloudy evenings followed by more. My music, tells you my story, which gives you no right to say it isn’t real. I stand before my window and lower it, my music is lowered, but continues as life itself.
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