Bare Music (Prose)

Just some prose about music :)

To none of the offense of the sweet piano player, but to strip music of it's clothes; the piano, allowing the harmonies to set in. Into the chambers of the occupied room. This is to strip a human of their Eathly clothes and gaze upon god given flesh.There is nothing more intimate than to see one as bare as can be. Reading them like an open book, reading their darkest secretes. To strip a song of it's piano is to strip the harmonies of their bonds. Letting, rather than urging them to dance, to read upon the ears. Allowing you to comprehend it's delicate and deepest picture. That it trys so hard to convey with the modern piano. Melodies lilt and dance to a playful meter, while harmonies follow in a gentle waltz. Dance with these elements, let them sway your tired soul. To be intamite as in love, you should be in no shame, for music such as this. But as expected in a world too secular to compehend, we take this as a huge taboo. Why can't we see as humans, that we need to get past our petty bonds and balance something that is different form one's self? Give music, real music a living, breathing, bare and fair chance.

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!