Beauty Comments

There’s beauty in nature, the changing seasons, changing weather. They way everything is just changing, floating across time. The bright reds and warming browns of autumn encompassing what was once the lush green foliage of summer or the frost stained bare branches, ominous in the darkness but a wonderland in the winter sun until life is restored once again as spring comes around. In spring, like a miracle the whole world is reborn. Bursting buds of bright coloured petals, beauty spots on the face of the landscape. The barron fields bustling with life once more as the spring lamb dances over the moors. Birdsong once again fills the air, returning from the South, homeward bound. Natures landscape an empty canvas slowly brimming with colour and then painted over again, never once the same- but still eternal beauty.

As notes dot across the stave, a heavy bass or soft melody dancing over the ebony and ivory keys of a piano or, plucked on the nylon strings of a classical guitar. Everyone perceves the beauty of music in a different way. This assortment is what makes it so truly special. As one piece draws out happiness in any situation, takes over you body, soul and mind. The dance floor light with a thousand bodies, swaying to the deep groove. The forty piece orchestra, accompanied by a concerto of piano and sweeping of stringed viola and cello. Is this truly the art of the soul? Close your eyes, live this out of body experience, fly across the sea of major tones. Each tear drops to the soundtrack each and everyones lives. From once was the crackle of needle on acetate, following the tracks through the winding tapes into the mp3. What once was just mere vibration is now a symphony of beauty.
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