Rainbows of sound gliding and sliding across the
dance floor, guitar stuttering, not bothering any-
one at all.
Music is emitting an intense and harmonic rhythm
that's capturing minds and hearts of the musicians
in the audience.
Placating ruffled feathers left over from a harried
time at work and home, now relaxing, combining the
beauty of rhythms as they're being played.
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