We all have our own rhythms to walk to.

Moments are the heartbeats of all livings.

Music without passion is merely noise. A life without passion? You may as well be dead.

People not only stood to respect it but perhaps their thoughts and heartbeats came to standstill, and only inspiration and patriotism was flowing through their veins.

How could a soulmate not hear the heart beats, not smell the tears of a lover, however far he is from her?