Its life. it can scream at the top of it lungs and say nothing at all. it can move an entire planet, spinning it like a record. It can harness the feelings of the most beautful moments, and invoke them in the same way. it dosent ridicule, it dosent hurt, and through the air it moves, an invisible serpent that speaks true emotions. on the radio waves it dances, and through the speakers it sings. it is the sound of the heart, the song of the soul, the art for the ear, splashing colours of feeling across the horizon of the mind. Music, the mental portrait of the emotions that are felt, not seen.