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We delight in the vibrations as they dance through the air like invisible holograms of feeling and emotion, engulfing our bodies with the remarks of thee, the great creator. Forever this music will be infused with the messages from a heart we may never meet in another form.
We sit and sway and dance and move. We make love. Finding our feet beneath us as if by some miraculous occurrence.
I am touched and forever changed in an instant when I receive the transmissions meant for stars far away. Traveling at great speeds these signals find their way, eventually to galaxies far beyond, arriving just in time to flicker like the final glowing embers of a species long gone and all but forgotten, if not for our song.
Let us sing our hearts pure into the night and let the carefree tones rise high above the spinning sky.
Then in the harmonious afterglow of magic unshackled, we shall know that we have created something of value so immeasurable that it can not be captured or caged. The pure romanticism of magick that drifts into silence just as quickly as it was breathed into being.
The only mark of its existence here on Earth will live forever in the still quiet places deep in the hearts of those who heard, those who were present for the occasion.
Music is a beacon to the fabric of our souls calling forth the majesty of our living cells. We are the vibrations echoing endlessly into the eternal night.
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