A sound heard everywhere,
Complete and a gift,
The swiftness of weeds in the wind, the pace of the city as it walks,
Write it down.
Measure out a bridge between conscious and cosmos,
Make the point at which you stand be exactly infinite,
And from around, sound will seep inward,
And from inward, music will extricate.
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Based on the movie "August Rush"
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