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the echo of strings from the busy street it rings as rosiny dust fills the air a melody, calm, slow, almost still a lone pigeon stops to stare    
His long slender hands, Pressed on the keys, As he played that beautiful brass saxophone, The melodious music dancing into my heart.
I just wanna ball, mother fuck the lace Any fuckin where, any fuckin place Any time of day, any type of space You could name the rules, I just wanna play   You could name the city, you could say the state
Does Heaven have a stage? Does God have a microphone? Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home? Does Heaven have a stage? A drum set and some guitars?
All who attempt to Behold the wondrous works Of the ancient wielders of pathos Are to wait until eternal rest comes upon them
Because I love you, I want to encourage you To not only respect others, but most importantly yourself Because I love you I don’t want you to be something merely put on display
M, A, D, I, S, Y, N Bringing the heavens to the earth, hiding the fears from my mind Love the goodmornings, hate the goodnights, because I despise saying goodbye
Poco a poco you stole my heart As Kelis once sang, Before you, my whole life was acapella I found myself tone deaf, Singing hymns in hopes that I would soon find
They prayed for you to succeed in all you do But what are you supposed to do When all you do Is make people proud? There is nothing that speaks to you And they speak to you
The world can see us love. They are all peeping Tom's. They get excited and take hold of a seat to get a closer look. They love the way I cup you in my palms and kiss your nervous lips. You wail with every touch.
What I Can't Live Without
When it comes to what I need, it starts with wood & some strings. To create a sound, unique frets, techniques for each note, creates a sound that just allows, the siren of rock and roll.  
Music. I ____ music. It surrounds me, hugging me, moving me, comforting me. I use it to tell people I love them, miss them, am glad to be with them. It knows how I feel: sad, excited, angry, sentimental
I am a musician I’m no scientist I’m no mathematician I’m no historian I’m no athlete I’m no translator Nor will I be any of those things I am a musician So I will be a musician.
Playing my music My feelings are melody Revealing my soul
Flawless Music   I retain all these faults that could make me flawless, I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
Flawless   Grace, Gods precious love. 
you are by Damon Dixon   you are powerful beyond belief
I am a lyricist not a musician I write words that speak to your soul not the heart It may seem uncertain but the lyrics that I write show the hidden feelings within
Have I got a voice A voice that amazes A series of listeners Proclaiming their praises   My low notes are clear But my high notes are clearer And I’ll admit to being guilty
Muisc is my life Music is my passion Music is a way for me to release all my emotions Without music, my life would be shattered. What I've been through, What I've seen. What I've heard,
Eighteen years of backstage passes      Sleepless nights spent looking after the home Faked smiles while out,      bottled tears while alone      
You stay up late with your coffee filled veins,As I scribble down your name.And baby, I dream with my eyes open,I can't ever be the same.
Marching band.What's the first thing you think of when you hear it?Geeky, out of place kids holding or hitting big pieces of metal,Making stupid 80's references and talking about dungeons and dragons?
I started early, not knowing what to do. I chose the flute so I could whistle They thought I wouldn't seek it through They told me I would quit, like a cat on a thistle   My director didn't like me much
With every half note And measure of rest Comes a short piece Played at its best   Whether its a solo Or ensemble of a kind Playing as one sound Is not always easy to find  
I have a thought on my mind and a hunger in my core, I need to fill up my heart before it’s over.   I need to see the pressure rise just as I escape demise--
When I am on stage with my guitar I am the most honest form of myself
To me it seems that life has a reoccuring theme a constant, nagging question "When you grow up what in the world are you going to be?" big smiles peer down on innocent, tiny faces
Music is my soul,
  i met an ivory-toothed monster he said "hello" and sang some notes i found comfort in his beautiful tone i found comfort in the things that we wrote   i remember his ebony bones
I feel the beat Rushing through my veins Shaking my bones. It pulses Living and strong. I feel myself open up A weight lifted off my chest Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
Late fall. So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air. But it was there and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park. Leaves covered the grass,
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