Eargasmically Wonderful
Music holds such a strong connect with me, and it baffles me how some people do not feel with music. To close your eyes and let the beat of the drums change your heart rythm, to let your mind open up to hear every instrument, every sound that finds a way into and rushes through your veins, to be apart of that moment, in that song.
And when the lyrics start flowing, it is such a connotatively beautiful dance with words. Hearing every strain in the voice that with, strains your heartbeat and tightens your lungs. Hearing every perfect metaphor that coincides with your actions, your thoughts, your beliefs, your emotion, your life, intertwining your very being into that song.
For when your thoughts spew from your brain like blood a dying corpse and your words escape your mind, leaving you with nothing, music remedies.
And it does not matter the song, the lyric, the beat. If the emotion and feel is there, it penetrates me, flooding my body with dopamine.
Music has to remain true, has to remain the guts of the artist, has to remain a sanctuary and refuge for this life.
Copyright © Enya Trader | Year Posted 2013
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