Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken-winged bird,
that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
for when dreams go,
life is a barren field,
frozen with snow.
Langston Hugbes.
America, 1902-1967
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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