Sometimes I come across such a thing that I have been in this landscape someday. I don't know if it is a memory or a dream. But I have been here before. Or I find it in the music of the little voices.
When I listen to old American country and pop music, sometimes I feel as if I have heard this music a lot. It is a strange feeling, but I find it very pleasant and a fantasy that is possible because it is music of small voices.
Loud, intense, impactful sounds can limit the imagination. Hence, the insistence that flies from the sound is strong. Music with a small voice gently spreads the wings of imagination within each of us. At times, it may be too delicate. But that is fine. Fantasy resides in a soft heart.