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I have a lover Like a lock and key I know I won't find another The other side of me Call us a symphony For our lives are one song The...

Soft silence coats the hall as somber death Impinge those aged souls whose time has come. Lamented their dejected final breath, Embracing...

the voices wail at her and they scream horrendous things pushing haunting suffocating she hears the demon laughing maniacally as he...

I sit on my bed and marinate in the sounds that drench and send pulses through the folds of my mushy brain and cleans them by picking and...

Mvt. I - Introduction Hi, Stranger. You may not know who I am, what my deal is, and could care less... I mean, nobody would willingly...

The chill of the air The jiggling of the door bell The chattering voices of the audience Entering the performance hall. The drumming of...

Life is a symphony with no scale; it is not limited by the music rules. It accepts every single aspect of humanity within its tolerance,...

Robin stared blankly at the instrument in front of her. The words of her orchestra teacher echo in her head unceasingly: “I understand...

We met for the first time at a youth orchestra rehearsal. I glanced up from my first cello seat. Your hair shone softly in the warm...

Sound. What a curious concept. There are all types of sounds. Sounds that ring, sounds that clatter. Sounds that mix together in your...

Symphony is the flow of existences Yet those existences differ Maybe they’re round Perhaps they’re rectangular However you make of it...

Mortal existence revolves around two cruxes: life and power. People eternally yearn to preserve the former, and spend that same time that...

A A gentle crescendo, A A collection of sounds, A# A mistake in the air, A A silence. A song begins, The air stills, A calming melody, A...

Pencils grind Papers shuffle Losing my mind Wishing for the noise to muffle Pens click Clocks tick An odd rhythm Its enjoyment a...

When I was four, I started playing the piano. My mother recalls That when I was a toddler, She would sit me on the shiny, black bench,...

In the beginning it starts off slow the musicians take their positions and hold their instruments low like a newborn baby who lets off a...

I used to hear a symphony A sound I have only dreamed of With the orchestra playing softly The crisp notes entering the air I start to...

trigger warning: suicide I was seventeen when I stopped playing the violin for the first time. The ten years I’d spent tirelessly...