A-PLACE-WHERE-MUSIC-IS-PLAYING-ALL-THE-TIME

This sunny autumn afternoon, I am traveling to A-PLACE-WHERE-MUSIC-IS-PLAYING-ALL-THE-TIME.

Here in this sound-ful place, one can hear bass drums being pounded on every few minutes, and catch the singing of swaying violins, a symphony of the greatest of song and musical instruments of every kind all keeping in tune, as only your favorite songs are played, and song follows you wherever you go--into your car, into your home, into your office, everywhere.

The songs would be as old friends, reminding you of good times you had and creating those good times again, song being everywhere, bouncing off ceilings and walls, rhythm in your steps, at all times.

Only when you turn off your lamplight at night will the music cease, in time for you to go to sleep and get a good night of complete silence so that you will be rested and ready for the tunes to again start tomorrow.

Dance will be in your step wherever you go, your feet can tap to the great sounds, your body can sway and move like in a ballet.

You can chew your food to music, taking a bite of something delicious at the sound of a cymbal being cracked, eating potato chips to tambourines shaking, and digesting it all to oboes as they sing your tummy to satiation of digestion.

You can keep the beat at all times, keep dancing all throughout your day, and sing the words as you do everything in routine.

Songs everywhere, beautiful trained voices that delight all your senses, an orchestra of the most beautiful sounds you have ever heard--always, all around, everywhere.