music should deliver you from yourself. it should be like swiping a chord in nostalgia’s shop, and buying eternity for a moment.

the earth of our very being should shake and beauty should slip into the crevice of our tired memories, for some time, reminding us of what we truly are – naked in the hurricane of the past’s frenzied dance into tomorrow.

it should unfold to us like the smells of a city at dusk, making love to the night. it
should whisper to our hearts, like the spasm of an embrace. whispered carefully in the trembling of backs in a crowded party,

music should subside into our collective sighs like applause. should breathe. should alight like the curiosity in surprise. should take the universe by storm.

music should be


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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