The piano ain’t got no wrong notes, the Monk said. 

It’s true ya dig? 

 

We sing we dance we praise to the almighty music gods and goddesses for giving us the precious gift of that which is melody and rhythm. 

 

To compose perchance to speak all languages. 

To universally communicate with those whose tongues we cannot relate –

 

...linguistically…

 

To speak the mind the heart the truth.

 

To know how to relate –

 

To know the pain to know the hate

 

-to feel-

 

To know below to know above

 

To communicate the beauty of love. 

 

The piano ain’t got no wrong notes, the Monk said.  

The Monk was a prophet.  

The music ain’t dead.

 

- Subatomica

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