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Sometimes the bass, the treble,

Seem to ease his basic troubles.

Listening to those notes, one after the other,

He’s able to put one foot before the other.

To persist, through it all, to exist, happily.

To ignore all the world’s ugly happenings.

His mind escapes into sonic dreamscapes.

Melodramatic melody reminds him, humanity

Is capable of creations beautiful and immense.

Creations that cannot be silenced.

In a sense, it reminds him, of his innocence.

The music seems to soothe like incense.

Despite the incessance it brings silence.

In warm musical incandescence

A silence exists, through sound.

Paradoxical, though sound.

To him this represents the quintessence

Of the whole that is the human essence.