H_O_W___I___M_A_K_E___M_U_S_I_C
People ask me how I make music.
I tell them I just step into it. It's like
stepping into a river and joining
the flow. Every moment in the river
has its song. So I stay in the
moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same.
A walk through the woods brings
a light, crackling song: Leaves
rustle in the wind, birds chatter
and squirrels scold, twigs crunch
underfoot, and the beat of my
heart holds it all together.
When you join the flow, the
music is inside and outside,
and both are the same. As
long as I can listen to the
moment, I'll always have music.
People ask me how I make music.
I tell them I just step into it. It's like
stepping into a river and joining
the flow. Every moment in the river
has its song. So I stay in the
moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same.
A walk through the woods brings
a light, crackling song: Leaves
rustle in the wind, birds chatter
and squirrels scold, twigs crunch
underfoot, and the beat of my
heart holds it all together.
When you join the flow, the
music is inside and outside,
and both are the same. As
long as I can listen to the
moment, I'll always have music.
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Text by MJ (Dancing the Dream)
