Music fill us with life. Make our soul blossom. When stops, we'll be all dead.
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The world was in ruins in my dream, a kind of armageddon....
My parents gone, my home was nowhere and I was just a scared little girl alone on the streets.
I haved no hopes to find something or somebody alive.
I was in shock.
First I heard the music...Then in the middle of chaos I saw him. He just stood there, and played on the piano.
I stopped.
I listened.
I couldn't move anymore.
And while he sang, some magic happened:
My worries was taken away, fear and pain disappeared and little by little entire world started to reborn around me.
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I wonder how many pianos rest on the bottom of the sea, in the rich wreckage of the Titanic and other doomed vessels?
ReplyDeletePerhaps the sun after sinking into the sea sits at one of the keyboards and plays the magic tune that summons all the stars. Perhaps it was that same ethereal tune, rising from the depths of time that brought you back to life in your dark dream.