There's the music of a goodnight kiss, a hug, or the music of a circus full of flowers in your hat of dreams, or the music of a curious love like a curious yellow in the brushstrokes of life. And there's the music from the tapestries of time aglow with an eternity of sighs and whispers and prayers and tears, all rainbow-colored and vibrant-like.
Music is the reflection of a person's soul,
the mirror of beauty and hope,
softer than a rainbow and more real than rain...
