Warmed

The room is full of music. It dances, swirls, spins and twists. It bounces off the walls and gets stuck in the curtains. Long tunes and short tunes but no false tunes or tunes out of tune. Music fills the air. Trembling and shaky, yet strong and powerful. Carfully it's wrapping you in a warm blanket of notes, perfectly covering every ounce of you.

A gathering. A concert. A big crowd of humans, filled with anticipation and joy, enters the massive concert hall. An orchestra. Stings, brass and battery. Magnificently they make noise that forms into a magical pattern called a melody, several melodies. All in unison. Beethoven, Vaughan Williams and Brahms.

My love for classical music is infinite. As for you.

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