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Description
Music.
It blurs reality.
Distorts the line between true and should-be.
The soul moves, unrestricted.
It follows no set rules.
All that stays in place are the bar-lines.
But those are the musicians little secret.
To the listener, there is no tempo.
There are no quarter-notes, no dotted half-rests, not even the trill between F and G#,
There is only music.
A whole entity.
Complete, indivisible.
Music is simply music.

Right, well.
I made this exclusively at 800x600 because it's less CPU intensive. But I'll find a way of making more resolutions later. For now I feel it's still worth posting.

Okay, over-analytical time:
The blurred notes symbolize how no beat should ever have a set, ground-in-stone position in time.
The more-than-five staff lines represent the fact that there are no rules in music. It's simply an emotional out-pouring.
The non-blurred bar-lines stand to help convey that they're the only part that does have a set position, and rightly so only because the audience never knows where they are. They're essentially a math problem's workings on an exam, to give an analogy. All that matters is the end result. The answer, the music.
I broke the law of equality in bars to, once more, show that there aren't any actual rules or restrictions in music.
And the word "Music," gracefully type-faced as it may be, has altered the blunt beauty of the music itself by applying itself, as a label, to it. And to show this, I have made it invert the colour of its background.

Feel free to use this if you want - that's kind of why I made it.

EDIT: Took some advice from ~Captain-Dagger and =spud100 and made changes accordingly.

Description
Music.
It blurs reality.
Distorts the line between true and should-be.
The soul moves, unrestricted.
It follows no set rules.
All that stays in place are the bar-lines.
But those are the musicians little secret.
To the listener, there is no tempo.
There are no quarter-notes, no dotted half-rests, not even the trill between F and G#,
There is only music.
A whole entity.
Complete, indivisible.
Music is simply music.

Right, well.
I made this exclusively at 800x600 because it's less CPU intensive. But I'll find a way of making more resolutions later. For now I feel it's still worth posting.

Okay, over-analytical time:
The blurred notes symbolize how no beat should ever have a set, ground-in-stone position in time.
The more-than-five staff lines represent the fact that there are no rules in music. It's simply an emotional out-pouring.
The non-blurred bar-lines stand to help convey that they're the only part that does have a set position, and rightly so only because the audience never knows where they are. They're essentially a math problem's workings on an exam, to give an analogy. All that matters is the end result. The answer, the music.
I broke the law of equality in bars to, once more, show that there aren't any actual rules or restrictions in music.
And the word "Music," gracefully type-faced as it may be, has altered the blunt beauty of the music itself by applying itself, as a label, to it. And to show this, I have made it invert the colour of its background.

Feel free to use this if you want - that's kind of why I made it.

EDIT: Took some advice from ~Captain-Dagger and =spud100 and made changes accordingly.