There’s something magical in the

way music rearranges physics

With the right song, you can

exchange repressed reality

for waking moments in a vivid

and continuous dream. Purely

unscientific, there’s a natural mystic,

a trance-like toxin to sound

The music is immense

soul-altering,

reality sculpting,

time means nothing

music grinds on its hands,

sways in its arms!

Ethereal and boundless,

a sound could take you back to sex

The bass and the weight of him

The horn and her hovering

The drums and your sweat glistening

Music is the van you’re moving in

The sound and the motion

Sounds hold emotion, a pleasure

garden of their own creation.