100 Words: Music Walls

Porous.

I’m not sure where the cracks are but we receive more than we care to admit.

Good, beautiful, tragic, awful, mysterious, magic.

Music is a special solvent.

Dissolving and it seems, grabbing our chest without the normal checks and stops.

Porous.

Beautiful newness pushing through the cracks. Where are they?

Dancing music like new light and first cries.

Dancing music like good aches and brown soil.

There. It pushes and I cannot stop it. Can you stop the music? Can any flesh and bone thing stop the sound of a song?

Glad.

Glad we can’t build music walls. Good.

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