Levels

February 10, 2014

Fingers race across the soundboards

My heart beats with the music.

Levels up and down,

Changing the simple sounds into a masterpiece.

Turning up the bass til you feel it drown you,

Losing breath at the chords emphasized beautifully

throughout the song.

Grasping for that monumental moment

Where the music is alive.

This dream is not like any other

It is an adventure attained through hardwork,

the kind were you stay up sleepless for nights.

Sound recording,

Audio engineering.

Where sounds become breath taking

And words become inspiration.

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