One is seduced by the gentle touch of sound ... to a mounting momentum, until one becomes the crescendo completely in rapture. Thank You....
Music calls to me in color, in movement, and in the passions, that pulse our very BEING.
Hear I the music and the words become expressive echoes
Hear I the words and the music becomes the dance
Hold I the pen and the paper bears the poetry of heart
Hold I the brush and the canvas bears my soul.
Hear I the words and the music becomes the dance
Hold I the pen and the paper bears the poetry of heart
Hold I the brush and the canvas bears my soul.
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