These flawless notes,
these golden chords flow through my ears, implanting themselves
into my mind, into my appreciative heart. I can relate to the
music, can wholly understand it. I believe in it, I absorb it, I
live by it. The melodies radiating from those steel-wound strings
complete me. Nothing is more soothing than the serenity created by
the entirely undersold beauty, the all too often belittled piece of
art. Most cannot fathom the freedom my soul is given thanks to the
calm, carefully initiated sounds of the instrument that is the base
of all great compositions. It is the origin of all music. Day by
day, it is killed by the wretched non-believers, shunning the
flawless notes, the golden chords, the melodies, the serenity, and
the freeing sounds. All should live by the grace that is presented
by the masterpiece generating genre. I accept the beauty and live
by the artworks that are slowly fading. Soon will be the end of it,
and I shall revive it with my acceptance and appreciation. I will
utilize to the best of my ability the bits and pieces I know deep
in my heart. I will create one masterpiece that will complete the
deprived lives of many. All will then accept it for what it truly
is: perfection.
Eric David Parks