His music was situational

His music was situational, like a movie scene. Just lasting the length of a room, a conversation or a run at night fully dressed for the town and chasing something to become less significant later. There catching his breath and feeling his pulse, towers of harmonies pounded the sides of his head. His music was passing like dissonances not resolved.

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