The Artist’s Music

There is a music not meant for the ears.
A music only the artist knows.
I know it.
I love it.
In every stroke of the bow,
in every strike of the keys,
there is a vibration.
A vibration that jars you to your soul,
sends your heart chasing after.
It is this music that keeps me coming back,
makes me want to play more.
This is the music that belongs to me,
And so long as it it mine, I shall cherish it.

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