No music can play
From the heart of a disc
A void that’s surrounded
By musical bliss
Like a black hole that lives
At the galaxy’s core
It revolves all around
This place of no more
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
No music can play
From the heart of a disc
A void that’s surrounded
By musical bliss
Like a black hole that lives
At the galaxy’s core
It revolves all around
This place of no more