Sing

To sing is to let go of the cosmos within yourself.

Where vibrations are not just sound, but a form of life.

Where every note is a satellite and every pause is an intergalactic breath. The voice is born out of silence, as a comet is born out of darkness. It draws orbits in which memories revolve.

The song is the invisible dance of atoms, it is the language the light speaks. It is heard only by those who have learned to be silent with the universe. It doesn't sing, it blossoms with sound.

In every chord - a piece of a constellation, in every tremor - the response of the distant world.

When the mind is silent, the heart sings. And when the mind sings, it is better to turn up the music.