Twelve Notes

12 Notes

The sound of the western winds

Noise emanates

From somewhere within

Counting heartbeats

With the beat of the soul

Art is the history of us all

Waves weaving their way to our mind

Dopamine rising

All in due time

The highest of highs

The lowest of lows

This is a song

Because silence has it’s role

Strings and pipes

Drugs and booze

Computers raising

The bars revenues

Free your mind

Get lost in the groove

The best part about music

Is that it soothes

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