Music of the Heart

Tue, 09/03/2013 - 01:20 -- kam4484

As my fingers move along with my mind and i blow air across my mouth piece, a beautiful sound fills the room. As i read the music, notes fly by in a blur. As i continue to play i drift away to another world, i have found my happy place in this space where only music is to be found. And as the song comes to an end i slowly return to the stage. but i do not fret i will come back, but till then that world lives on in my heart.

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kam4484

Thank you so much! This means a lot to me that others enjoy and relate to my work!

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