“Eventually, Echo, too, began to waste away. Her beauty faded, her skin shriveled, and her bones turned to stone. Today, all that remains of Echo is the sound of her voice.[12] “
The echo of music is all that is left of the experience we shared. Just like Echo, we begin to waste away. Knowing the melting of my brain towards this reality, is something we all face. Is there comfort in the echo of music?
Yes there is!
It can be like an old friend that does not age. It is like an eternal echo from the past that is consistent with the present and beyond.
Lyrics echo this and books echo that.
Memories are echoes in my mind. I can go over the memories again and again.
I miss so many scenes and groups of people who have gone. I still hear the sounds of their voices but they are not there. People, places and things that hold on with an echo.
That eternal echo of music, clubs and beer.
Screaming, dancing and holding friends near!
Dear long friendly echoes.
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