Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

Sometimes notes are sharp.
Sometimes chords are flat.
Sometimes strings break.
Sometimes keys stick.
Sometimes bellows tear.
Sometime a bow
screams for help and
coughs up blood.

But music never stops!
The songs cannot be quenched.
The melodies cannot be muffled.
The beat will never stop.
The rhythm will never falter.

We may not hear it
but it exists!
It’s there.
Pick up your bow!
Pick up your brass!
Raise up your drumsticks!
Stretch your bellows!
Inhale
and go!

Let the music of life
flow through you!
Let the chords of life
vibrate your body!
Let gratitude
fill your heart!
Let love
overwhelm your senses!

Exhale it.
Feel it.
Sing it.
Be it.
Be the light!
Be the sound!

Allow the Universe
to speak through you
this melody of life,
of which we are but notes.

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