The Composer

I have a theory that music is like a body, every piece has the same components, but when you listen to it closely you can hear the personality it has. You hear everything working together, harmoniously, like a body. You hear the changes in the music as the body responds to internal and external stimuli (I'm a biology student if you couldn't already tell). This is a story of the time I spent in the afterlife with the composer, hiding from authorities and learning the truth about music. This story might have a bit of swearing in it, I mean no offence by it and I'll apologise now to any people with sensitive ears, you can simply use your imagination and replace the swear words with the kind of words that belong in a Roald Dahl or Dr. Seus book.
Love you kittens,
silly_baby xox