when i actually sit and write my morning pages, some divine thoughts appears. and i’m marveled by it’s beauty and it’s truth:
music is soul, isn’t it? i think there isn’t art more profound than that. i, a poet, say this. a poem can come from the muses, from the universe. it can be written in an instant and be perfect. it can go to our deepest self and come back. but music…
music goes and stays.
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