music

ELVIS. PRESLEY

I got on the bus and the driver was a penguin in a suit. He was driving slowly and stopped at every stop even though no one was there. He asked if I wanted to listen to the "Best Glacier Playlist". I said it was okay. He played it anyway. It was just the sound of ice cracking. It was so boring I woke up.

I was painting, but the paint wasn't coming from the brush, it was music. Each color was a different note. I painted a soundscape: mountains of bass, a river of high-pitched melodies. A little bird flew over and landed on the painting, joining in the song. It was so beautiful. After I finished painting, the painting itself started playing music. It felt very inspiring. I woke up.

My teeth were getting loose and falling into my palm, one by one. It didn't hurt, just felt strange. When I looked at the teeth in my palm, they had turned into tiny piano keys. I tried to play something, but all I heard was the clacking of the teeth hitting each other. A giant beaver appeared and took my keyboard away, saying it needed them to build a musical dam. Toothless and confused, I woke up feeling my own teeth with my tongue.

was painting a picture, but instead of paint, music came out of the brush. each color was a different note. i painted a sound landscape. mountains of low tones, a river of high melodies. a bird landed on the painting and started singing along. it was beautiful. when i finished, the painting started playing the music by itself. i woke up inspired

painted but instead of paint music came from the brush each color a different note painted a soundscape mountains of deep tones a river of high melodies a bird landed on the picture sang along really beautiful when it was finished the picture started to play music by itself woke up inspired