Music

when solitude is sought, on a rthynmic angle,in low note, resonance is caught,and inspiration is bundled. When voices 're heard as acapella, and the throat stretches like an orchestra, behold,its love that pours and sprinkles what every youthful heart 'll rekindle. And when wrinkled cheek smiles,bless God,claps and dance in seconds, the joy of an elder is as high like the theme is heaven. When celebration as laughter is cast on tough drums,piano and electric guiter and voices 're sparingly gushing out the world seens to be a stage and fun is spread at age. But behold,when the flute of a funeral is whistled and the choir sings on slacked hymn, and the cheek 're rollin down tears, the legs that dances only wrestles against impossibility for farewell is the theme.