What Do Feelings Sound Like ?

Music is what feelings sound like...
This is why I love to write lyrics for film and tv.
I can make the listener feel what I am feeling, or what I want them to feel...  deep down inside themselves where it is real, for a moment, where it brings back a memory or a feeling or a thought, and makes it real again for a minute or two...
Well I try !

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