music is a rose with its thorns sticking out waiting to be plucked
music is a nectar filled honeycomb formed by the buzzing bees around
music is a salt hidden in sea water that flows on the shore by the beach
the taste of the bitter melon plant that special kind of gourd
see music is not always mesmerizing after all
it is solemn and sad, but sweet and soulful like the night
it is bright, clear like the sun and crisp like the wind passing by
lonesome like the wide eyed owl staring at the disappearing moon in the sky
now the question is, what music do you prefer, what music do you like...
it is a sign of how scarred is your life
it is a mark of how sad you'd become
it is a diary of how happiness ruled your past
it is a choice of your future that you alone can decide
so music is a choice of our ears and our minds
a choice of the future path in our lives
then after that we can hum and we can dance
we can sing the lyrics... for that is the music of our lives...
