Music

Music
Like drops of dew on silver leaves, a light gray backdrop of wind and light. Like deep, dark caverns with bright green trees devouring each corner, with sky blue pools filled with strange sights, little creatures that dwell in places not explored. Like a pink sunrise, bursting with the colors of fruit; of things tantalizing, yet untouchable. Like the red, orange, and brown of the canyon, spread wide across open spaces, it is intangible, unbelievable, but believable; full of life, wonder, and majesty, yet completely untouchable. Like the hands that crafted these things, large, powerful, loving, and strong. Unlike anything we've ever seen, yet the word is so familiar. Hands. Music. Leaves. Caverns. Pools. Sunrise. Canyon. To relieve an experience without movement or voice. To express feelings without words...
Music