Who is on that stage?
The one who celebrates in front of thousands.
The one who laughs with them. Cries with them. Screams with them. Whispers with them.
Who is the one that orchestrates the masses with the sound of their soul?
So much has happened since the time of the first note sung to the time now where I'm standing on stage having a birthday cake in front of so many people. People who adore and really listen to every word I say to them. Every happy, embarrassed, overjoyed, sad, hurt, torn, confused, desired, pained, angry, longing word I sing and produce. I give them my soul and they give me theirs. That is how the exchange of music works.
What could I have done to get here. What could those in my past have done to make this happen. Everything. We did everything and now I'm here thanking the heavens for such a world to be given to me. Thanking the heavens, the Earth and the people on it for such a life only a young child could dream of.
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I simply live in a world of sound. Sounds that help me walk, eat, breathe, sleep, speak. They are my constant companions in each step I take. All I have to do to hear them is listen. Listen to the cars fly by. Listen to the people bustle about. Listen to the bikes trekking by. Listen to the wind howling out to the world. Calling everyone out to listen to it. But only some hear. Only some can hear the cries of the world waiting to be heard. Those who hear help others who can't be able to see, feel, read, and hear the sounds of the howling world begging to be heard.
"Who makes up this world?"
"The world does"
"Yeah but what makes the world 'the world?"
"We do."
"We as in you and I?"
"No. We as in you, me, and every other desperate, happy, sad, angry, faithful, bewildered, new, old, human to ever live."
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This little blip is based on what I was thinking when I watched HYDE's Wakayama Kuromisa birthday acoustic concert.
For those of y'all who don't know HYDE, he's a Japanese rock star. I'll let you explore his music on your own.(and L'arc en Ciel)
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