If music be the food of love, play on.

I love music. I love literature, where every sound is a word and every word has a meaning. Every note you hit has an emotion tied behind it and every emotion has a story, and as the rhytmn insinuates itself in your body just like how blood flows through your veins you begin to feel alive, you begin to feel the emotions that the artist produces, like a very distinct splash of colour on white canvas you begin to feel. Too many times these days do we concern ourselves with material possesions and material gains, so focused on one thing that we fail to see the bigger picture, the way that all the cogs come together to produce the majesticity of a ticking hand. Music is nought but sound organized, a masterpiece with each note, each emotion complimenting each other. And without order in music we have sound, and without order in life. Anarchy.