that’s not it
Music is not a delicate orchestration of pretty notes
Embedded with harmonious layers of foundation and extension
of chords
It is not based upon a metronomic pulse
With a loud thump that leads and lags around it.
A scream is not a mere high pitch projected in loud volumes
Nor a cry as a sheer drops of eye rain
All is empty. All is shallow. Meaningless and fruitless.
Without a deep soul and reason behind it.
What makes a man if not a true respect and understanding of
life?
Virtue, Honour, Humility, Respect, Compassion, Love.
What makes a woman if not an everlasting love and patience?
Virtue, Honour, Humility, Respect, Compassion, Love.
What makes Love if not overflowing joy?
It is not made of kisses, nor hugs, nor bunches of flowers.
Not of days, months, years, or decades that passes by.
But a deep understanding and acceptance of two hearts that
meet as one.
JK
