All I need to breathe

How many beats per measure,

no,

how many beats of my heart.

 

Breath makes music fill the air,

no,

music makes breath fill my lungs.

 

Melodies fill the air,

no,

melodies fill my soul.

 

Music is an art,

no,

music is my life. 

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