The Feel of Music (Demo)
Music flows through the artitsts' works
Each one unique in the song that it plays
A melody so pure as the soul it lurks
For the memories inside it so calmly fades
Composers, pianos, or the notes themselves
Cannot be music until together made
To create a sound that an artist craves
For their minds to fill with palettes stained
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