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.