Chocoalte Rain

Chocoalte Rain

  • Submitted By: Strife
  • Date Submitted: 10/22/2008 5:04 PM
  • Category: Book Reports
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Music; the embodiment of art, beauty and tragedy intertwined with joy, despair and logic. The single entity that defies the ruthless currents of time, whether it was during the past, the present or the future, music will be eternally present in us. Music, the language that we universally understand, the dialect that we spoke fluently since our birth. Music does not change with time, it simply continues to shed its cryptic cloak.

I was dazzled by the mysterious sounds it produced as I my fingers glided slowly across the soft keyboard. As I inhaled a deep of breath of air, my fingers began to take their posts, striking the keyboard with absolute precision. Each note was like a brush stroke, painting a vivid image of beauty when unified. Independent, yet the sensation of it fading into the melody was breath taking. The silhouette of my world, defined by the notes of the treble clef began to form.

Music; the embodiment of art, beauty and tragedy intertwined with joy, despair and logic. The single entity that defies the ruthless currents of time, whether it was during the past, the present or the future, music will be eternally present in us. Music, the language that we universally understand, the dialect that we spoke fluently since our birth. Music does not change with time, it simply continues to shed its cryptic cloak.

I was dazzled by the mysterious sounds it produced as I my fingers glided slowly across the soft keyboard. As I inhaled a deep of breath of air, my fingers began to take their posts, striking the keyboard with absolute precision. Each note was like a brush stroke, painting a vivid image of beauty when unified. Independent, yet the sensation of it fading into the melody was breath taking. The silhouette of my world, defined by the notes of the treble clef began to form.

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