A thousand melodies resound.

Some joyful, bombastic, dancing. Others dark, wild, cumbersome.

Some blue, others brown. Some green, others gray. Some smiling, others tearful.

Here one listens to the music that travels through this world.

One listens. Sometimes focused, sometimes distracted. Sometimes detached, sometimes swept along.

Here, one listens.

And the thousand melodies only resound, and one only listens, here.

So the music tells a thousand stories, and one listens to them.

So the melodies resound like a thousand realities, and one perceives them.

And so the world takes shape, made of a thousand melodies.

And here one listens to the world.

And the world only resounds, and one only perceives, here.

Whatever the world may be, one only listens, here.

Welcome, thousand melodies.

Here is one who listens to you.