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THE WHISPER OF YOUR MUSIC - by jrqc



I was just there, pondering my thoughts, and letting them fly when I suddenly realized your obsession with making me cry every time I hear the sweetness of your music and I wondered why my soul longs to be back home, to that place that I treasure within, yet I don't know where it is or what it looks like and when there is a rough chord performed by the bow of your command, my feet remember the silver cobblestoned road leading somewhere.

I feel translucent, I spread my wings as the wind flows through my spiritual being that gets caught in its capricious and turbulent whirls, just to let me out, up and down the wisps of wind, here and there, love, and grandeur, rapture's birth, and sadness' death. 

Your music simply envelops me, molds me and tosses me here and there, and I do not complain, what for? if it is your music that revives the torrents of feelings and light within me, as if an almighty force has given you power through the most beautiful music created by the hands of men. 

And then I see the rainbow of your passion, that force that crushes the burdens of darkness, bringing forth the torch of light that burns brightly in all of us, and we keep on flying, for that is what we are - freedom, laughter, music, and an endless torrent of wonderful blessed things that we are made of. And our tears, they are made of crystal, though not of sadness, and we sprinkle them here and there for them to be collected by the maidens to decorate our trees with. 

Yes, you make me long for home, you make me want to fly and be united with you, flutter everywhere in spirals of felicity, in the sky of our land, in the wind that blows life!

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