Canopy Chase
“Do you know,” I say, “I can see a story happening behind every piece of music.” “Really?” His eyes gleam, fluttering past and from each of my pupils. Chocolate brown, he had called them the other day. I nod and lay back on the grass. Looking up at the clouds, I say, “I write with music too, you know?” “Don’t you get distracted?” He asks, following my line of direction. I look back at him, at his eyes, at his faint smile. “I write much better actually. It’s all classical. It’s all piano.” “Perhaps it’s because you played the piano when you were young,” He makes our eyes meet yet again, makes my stomach’s butterflies flutter yet again. “Perhaps,” I say, looking back up. “I played it so good.” ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ I wrote this excerpt in 4:42 minutes. Baby by Adrián Berenguer ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ I roam through this forest Looking around at the trees It’s vibrant, so bright The sunlights lights my hair in the summer breeze. This isn’t real I know, it’s a dream But how blissful is it to be here Some place that
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