i acknowledged early, the notion – that music is lotion :
i spent my days silently arid in the desert sun, frustrated that i was found a stranger to all of the fun.
while quiet- i yet, remained open to the crevices wherein contained : drums, keys, and strings.
some cared to call me out and stroke me by the hips, which loosen my lips…
for much can be said about musical expressions and I dream in that sense, it’s quite INTENSE..
this rhythmic pervasion is so instinctive that it calls to those longing to hear.
kept close nearby – ostensibly : this lotion is TOP TIER!
stabilizing the landscape of our pores, ensuring the calloused and ash may meet their benediction with harmonic doors !
i think we all can hear the ascending and descending notes, as they caress (with finesse) on our outer skin.
we’re no longer deaf to the sound ; our hands motioning in every direction – we are covered and bound.
music is the danced promise to obtain.
especially, when dissolved on our skin, muscle, & vein.
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