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There is a sound the flower bud makes when it gives of its vibrant hued petals to the eyes, a sound heard by the soul and turned into music. And so when my hands move over my instrument, this is what I transform to be heard by ears. When I use my artist palette and brush, I transform the soul-sound into what can be seen by the eyes. And when I write, when the words begin to form clusters, sentences and paragraphs - again it is this silent music of the universe, the sound of creation, that is the grand conductor.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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Sounds portal into my soul as if they were the keys to my safe, perhaps that is why I love music so very much. I love rock and jazz as much as the church choir. I close my eyes to take in the sound of rain upon a rooftop, as if those simple vibrations were my medicine. For me, the world of sound is as vibrant as the world of colour.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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The sounds of the creative and loving universe are the tuning fork of my soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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The sounds of stormy seas, the sounds of crickets quite at home in tall grasses, the sound of sunlight upon my skin - these are the song of a living universe, heard more by the soul than the ears. For we are all energy. Matter is energy. It is vibrations. It is sound. God is speaking. Will you listen?

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.