Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Music comes from a place we don't know.
The music becomes something that is its own entity.
Music has a way of getting under your skin.
I see music as fluid architecture.
Music washes away the dust of every day life.
I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular moment in time.
One often makes music to supplement one's world.
If architecture is frozen music then music must be liquid architecture.
So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.
I suspect music is auditory cheesecake, an exquisite confection crafted to tickle the sensitive spots of... our mental faculties.