Hear - 5/6
Words flows out of us like melody: grave, soft, beautiful, acid, sour and on the end of the scale, music returned to us in either the same pitch or in a lower or higher pitch.
We exchanged music. Every day.
Our voices are instruments and we are capturing the receivers's attention in the same way an audience gets captivated by music. Both are derived from the same source; rhythm.
Words roll, clash, stumble, whizz, tick, pound, rise in numbers or fall in fragments but they are alive. They play for us and we are just part of it. We are the players of a wordlwide concerto that never ends.
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