Speaking of Sound

Breathe in, breathe out
The silence is nothing more than a broken sound
The trembling tones, confronting my bones
In debt where I am to be found

The vague-looking world in glory
When the music tells me the story
The world and its murmurous whispers
Every cell in my body that shivers

I wrote down the words that I could not speak
I wrote them in sound but my hands felt weak
'Cause you told me once, you told me twice:
"Music speaks truth, it's an exceptional device"



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