Today I introduce, to myself, a musician with so much prose, an artist with so much soul, I can feel myself being a part of her. How I wish I could improvise like this. Just to lose my mind for a little bit, be on that stage and speak with that wonderful instrument. Its not only your head that bobs, its not only your hands that sway, nor is it only your ears that hear. Everything that you are, vile and uncertain, known and unknown, empty and full, gets drawn into the melody. And when your parents are not looking, you become music's child for a moment. Nothing you do, nothing you care to distinguish from the rest, will ever abandon you.
Today I introduce, to myself, a musician with so much prose, an artist with so much soul, I can feel myself being a part of her. How I wish I could improvise like this. Just to lose my mind for a little bit, be on that stage and speak with that wonderful instrument. Its not only your head that bobs, its not only your hands that sway, nor is it only your ears that hear. Everything that you are, vile and uncertain, known and unknown, empty and full, gets drawn into the melody. And when your parents are not looking, you become music's child for a moment. Nothing you do, nothing you care to distinguish from the rest, will ever abandon you.
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