The music of silence
a pulse of solitude
I heard it, felt it
I became the music
Dancing in silence
I noticed
I was the dancer,the silence
I am whole and I am a part
I am the instrument and the music
I am tree and I'm the leaf
I am not the mind or the body
I am simply,the music.
Written By - Vihaan Dhir
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