In the Midst of Things - By J.Marie Dearwechter
I sway suspended beneath the laser lit halo of led's & smoke machines, my soul absorbing the pure raw energy of sound, my heartbeat in perfect time with those external vibrations, relentless they are programmed to penetrate beyond dimensions, they become my rhythm, not robbing me but completing me. I, them,you,the music,,, WE, US I, The music.., We are the music, the music is us, and in that moment, when all is as one, one beat, one sound, sweet highs, sick lows,tangled with twisted mids, that is the moment you are in the midst of this thing we call MUSIC.
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J.Marie
I am a writer, a musician, and an artist. Words, rhythm, soul, art, flesh, & bones, are the components to this being, that is me. I live to create, and it is my privilege to share with whoever stumbles upon me. Only hoping, "Your creative membrane will swell so much, your eyes will change color.” - J.Marie http://jmarievllc.wix.com/jmarievllc
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