The notes played with my guitar, its never been made before, just note by note picked and creates sound that sometimes couldn't be understood by the others. The notes are coming from the imagination and memories of a moment and flow with the blood to the brain and ordered the fingers to dance with the guitar's strings. Those notes keep the memories, its a like a mark to something that you would never want to forget. No words, just notes. No light, just the mind played with the memories.
Notes create music,
Keep it coming......
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