May 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
If there’s no music around we tend to remember the time there was: the beat, the swing, the songs. And silence has tunes of its own.
All our memories are music now.
To be open like music, truthful like music, soothing like music, haunting like music. To be everywhere. Like music.
And while in some songs we find our yesterday selves, we also get reborn in others. Sometimes both in one. Sometimes we two in one.