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==epigraph==
"Music is like a little
thread that enters at
the shoulders and goes
through your whole body".
- P.
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The Music! Music -
That's what warms the heart.
It's like a thread -
It goes in at the shoulders
And penetrates
And runs through every pore
And makes one numb,
Reviving ever more.
A fool it shuns!
What knows he of true sounds?
A genuineness - that is what he dreads,
For with the fear of the lack of bread
Comes blindness to the honesty of art.
No need there's more for words -
And that's the truth.
And thus dissolve and vanish mindless herds,
And Music heals each one of us by means
Which only likely means describe the best.
(c)kRu, 10.01.2006-12.01.2006
https://roshkakru-poems.livejournal.com/27107.html