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11 September 2012
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|Emily Seuss' Writer's Week|
Reading music is like seeing sound. The symbols on the page form themselves into a melody with harmonies and counterpoints, and I can almost hear the piece before I touch the keys.
Hearing music is like feeling fusion. The individual notes combine to create a complicated dance that fills my soul with joy, and I am lifted up.
Playing music is like controlling chaos. I create it, yet I am carried away by it, and I am free.