I can feel the strange beautiful music
run down through me
Like the blood in my veins
When I listen to it, I can see colors
When the path of my ears jumps over a high note
She crouches in alertness
When the mood of the music strikes a melody
I can see the cat rolling around in ease
When the notes dissolve into one another
like the colors in a moving painting
She wants to come closer, to the source
like a bee wants to meet with any bright light she sees.
The dynamic in it is a beautiful thing
My emotion is being painted in front of my eyes, by the side of my ears
I am in deep reminiscence
Like a soft sensitive creature, waiting for an excuse to quickly move.
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