A Thousand Perfect Notes

by C.G. Drews

The tremors have already started for the day – the tremors that destroyed her career and turned her into a tornado over Beck’s.

The music in his head is his pocket of relief, the only thing he passionately cares about.

His skin will part like old paper and the world will see how his skeleton is made of dark wishes and macabre dreams.

as much as he pretends to hate music, it’s part of him. It is him.

The music is sugar and charcoal.

Music is nothing unless it fills your soul with colour and passion and dreams.

Sharing music is personal because music speaks, it feels, it breathes. And it always says something about you.