The rhythm of music is my escape into the world of oblivion
Transversing me to another universe where I have a vision
Of joy, anger, pain, and happiness, we may call them as phases
The way it makes me move, I wonder will it take me places?
Higher than the sky and far away from the void spaces.
Colorful is what music can be, neither black nor white,
It serves the purpose of calming the soul, especially at night.
In the parallel universe, music resides in its abstract form,
There is music even in the disasters of the earth like a sandstorm.
Perennial the words of music...