I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music. And even when it was not literally {audibly} music, there was the music of my muscle-orchestra playing - "the silent music of the body," in Harvey's lovely phrase. With this playing, the musicality of my motion, I myself became the music - "You are the music, while the music lasts." A creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other - except for that unstrung part of me, that poor broken instrument which could not join in and lay motionless and mute without tone or tune.
( Oliver Sacks )
[ Musicophilia: Tales of Music ]
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