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musical appreciation ok, this is way long overdue... music wakes me up inside and the gift of music arrived today (or at least i finally picked up the mail today) and it is so good to be loved, albeit from afar, and thank yous pour down on the great northwest with more energy than the rains for which the area is so famous... and it brings me around to a circle I've side-stepped and tripped over and all but buried in my psyche for other thank (miss you) yous (how are you?) are long overdue... for gifts of music, there is no thank you, no word, no sign of appreciation adequate to express the preciousness, the blessing, the passion I feel... if the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, then a way to a man's soul is through music... at least that represents the way to my heart and soul... if you can find your way through the maze...
(and aches for all the wasted years) I reach out to say thank you for the music for the music awakens my soul for music I give up control music has the highest role in love in life in me bless the music set me free in the music I can be and choices that can bring me chills connections that enflame my thrills I find in the sounds you sent to me today for the music shakes my inner core for music opens every door music has the best rapport with love with life with me bless the music set me free in the music I can be evanescence what does it mean? to vanish like a vapor is it a dream? sounds so familiar like I'm seventeen been here before or so it seems deja vu was never so good as well as I remember to take me back to the old hood and that fatal December blending in the violins syntheticizing passion slamming down upon the strings and bringing home the keys opening forgotten doors romanticizing breathing haunting out of secrets lost and found in the trembling for all the amys for all the love ever shared or dreamed of so melting helplessly on the floor resistance is gone once more I breath out to sing thank you for the music saved by the music the music music music music saved by the music I breath to say thank you thank you thank you for the music for the music for the music for the music awakens my soul for music I give up control music has the highest role in love in life in me bless the music set me free in the music I can be so obviously born of a love affair with music between friends, the experience of listening has me aching for collaboration... and it is this ache that keeps me sleeping, creeping slowly through my dreams, so many broken beyond recognition, doubts seeping in, and tears begin, the weeping, and tears begging for that which was reason for life, air for breathing, love so trusting, trust so loving, so complete, open, free, evermore, then why... it tends to vanish like vapor... something so real, so right, so necessary for a complete life, perfect rapport, how could it just disappear without a trace except the tracks of tears dried within my face, and the scars deep at my core, too, tend to vanish like vapor, evermore, say it is not ever more, not to vanish evermore... still, evanescence happens... and meanwhile, I live in such a transient city...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |