"Music is everywhere. He breathes in a constant, steady rhythm, as it makes sense for a bass player to do. And maybe that is where rhythm comes from, I think. Our earliest understanding of rhythm. The sound of our own breath, the beating of our own hearts."
As I pondered on these lines from the novel the 'the Music Teacher'. I can't help but recollect romanticized cliche version of Rhythym, Breath, Hearts and off course, Love.
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