Music is solid.
Music is light.
It is love and fear and anguish.
It is solo and orchestral joy.
Music is every word and every language.
It is blue and orange and green and violet.
Music quenches, sustains, and devours.
It is weakness.
It is power.
Music is the dreaming and the awakening.
It is dance, peace, violence, instrument, and memory.
It is loss, exploration, and discovery.
It is none.
It is every.
Music is for the lonely and for the loved.
For the famous and the forgotten.
It is silence.
It is clamor.
It is patience.
It is anger.
Music is foundation and decoration.
It is worship and defamation.
Music is many.
Music is few.
Music is us—it’s me and you.