Inner music, knowing that its raison d’etre is to be unearthed, revealed and released, more universally than not, lies sprawled out and snuffled by layers and layers of colorless foam, wondering when and if its day will come. Or night. Or moment.
How can this be?
There is no answer.
But if only a brilliant undeniably heaven sent cloud would appear with golden light blasting out sparkles spelling the message:
“There is no greater wealth than one’s own inner music”
The world and its people would experience another version of itself.