music makes me run. run fast with my eyes wide open and head up. everything flashes by but I try to take it all in, all shapes and shadows and colors and shades until they merge into a pool of particles, but I take it all in. running fast. I no longer have any need for balance-I just fly forward with the melody of the music, and my legs are no longer mine. the rhythm keeps me from falling, but it's the melody-the gut wrenching heart twisting melody that keeps me going. I don't breathe in air to keep going…I only breath in the music through my ears.



And then…the same music. The same beautiful, overwhelmingly beautiful music…makes me sit in an absolute void-lights off, trying to touch as little of the ground I'm laying on as possible..darkness and I block out every sense...even that of hearing, meaning the 'hearing' and 'listening' we do on a minute to minute basis…i no longer use my ears to take in sounds and change them to a script my brain can understand…my ears are merely the holes that let the music in, and let my soul out, and let the music and my soul mingle and merge above and around me. There is no space. I don't see anything through my eyes, but I am overwhelmed with the vivid pictures the music paints all around and above and below me…but again, there is no sense of space.



One of the beauties of music is that everyone experiences it in different ways—the sequence of notes trigger different memories and thoughts and emotions…no one hears one thing the same way another does…and that's the beauty of it, right? But then. There's that one person that you want to have listen to the song and feel what you feel and experience the amazing experience you're experiencing, but you know that person wont…and you want to sit there and listen together and try to convey what you're feeling but no matter what it wont be clear…I know I'm not one with words, but it's not just me here—it's any manmade language—no words, no matter how strategically placed in syntax , can ever explain music and it's effects on the mind and soul. No science, no series of scans and imaging of neurons firing can explain how music touches every essence of your being— and this beauty, this unique quality, this amazing factor about music leads to frustration—I just want that person to feel the thrill that I feel and for it to mean as much to them as it did and does to me, but then, it's clear that that thrill I feel is only thrilling to me and everyone has there own thrills to feel when listening to the absolute beauty of music and again that frustration gives way to the utter beauty and majesty and the a;ldfjald;fj (really…there's no word for it) of music.