Music will be seen.

 

 

Music is in the air.

It is the soundtrack of our lives.

It is the happy noisy ghost floating in our room while we are doing something else.

We can't see him, but we feel him on our skin, in our veins, everywhere.

 

 What if music doesnt simply float in our rooms?

What if we let music nourish and influence our feelings?

 

We let it happen.

 

And now...

 

The happy noisy ghost is now standing infront of you looking into your eyes.

 

"Can you see me?

Can you see me now?"

 

If something is invisible it doesn't mean it is unreal.

 

Music is now hanging on your wall

to show you how real an invisible emotion can be.

  [i.d.]