It had all been all very strange: assimilating change; recoiling from and at once irresistibly drawn to magnetising ritual and cloying tradition; reliving every death, every loss, every sad transit; arguing perpetually with the chit chat that makes no sense; fielding hurt; guarding against regret; balancing the irrefutably irrational with authentic emotive floods.

And then I remembered music.

Beyond words, it soothes, comforts; evokes worlds; heals, speaks, mends and unearths, exhumes, love from regret; redraws lines, irritates, jars; remembers and recalls a reformation. Time unbound.

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