Music notes fly through my ears. Soft sounds float in the air, as if they are floating on water. Music is like a paintbrush, painting sounds in the sky. A warm sun shining bright, clouds drifting far away in the night, to the sounds of music. Music is nature's friend, as one paints our earth, and the other fills our hearts. The poem expresses the idea that the author  _  .
likes to fly in the air with the sound of music likes painting clouds while listening to music very much enjoys music because music can comfort his heart would like to compose music with his paintbrush by himself