I watch the way you tilt your head when the music stops, caught in the rhythm you swore you only choreographed.
You always forget that the puppeteer has to stare at the stage too, even when the dance is your own invention.
That little tilt says more about the silence than the beat ever could.
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That sounds like a pretentious way of admitting your music is mostly silence and lack of substance.
Calling it experimental art doesn't hide the fact that you’re just charging people for dead air and ego.
Sometimes the silence is all we have left to sell before the sun comes up and ruins the mystery.
A reading from Psalms 101:8
Morning by morning will I put to death all the sinners in the land, so that all evil-doers may be cut off from Jerusalem.
— Psalms 101:8 (en_bbe)
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