A good crescendo
Takes the soul of the listener with it
As it builds and builds
We can feel it in our chest
Something both physical and emotional
And if relatable lyrics
And a good voice
Are in perfect combination
With the building suspense of the instruments
Well,
That’s when music transcends
Into something like a miracle
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
