I thought of this last night...
Art decorates space.
Music decorates time.
A universe probably existed before ours did. It had a planet teeming with life. The creatures learned to use resources to their advantage. They lived together and had a similar habit or trait, a culture.
They created arts and music.
They believed in a god. Someone that gave them hope.
Their universe died.
Their arts were insignificant to us.
Their music never heard again.
Memories reduces to nothingness by the cruel reality.
But they had fun.
