Thoughts on judgment

We all experience the multy folds of life, each filtering the incongruent pulses that we see as noise, Yet these very discordant tones are the essential notes to another’s music, a song that we can not hear. for we inhibit another’s sweet dreams from touching our screen, we brush off the soft touch of cherished holding those melodious snatches we fear to embrace. Till the madding folly of judgments plunges us into the abbess of our own despondent sorrow, relinquishing our own song to the gloom of a starlets night, we become a silent moan in the echoing pits of right and wrong.
Oh music this is embracing yearling for completion, yes your striving is incomplate, yet it is beauty in its effort to find its resolution to move by what ever rythim it can. Till all song merge in a sonorous blissful symphony of life.