Tuesday, June 17, 2008

August Rush

Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you.

But I believe in music, the way that some people believe in fairy tales.

I like to imagine, what I hear came from my mother and father.

Maybe the notes I hear, are the same as they heard, the night they met.

Maybe that how they found each other, maybe that's how they'll find me.

I believe that once a upon a time, long ago, they heard the music and followed it.

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