music should deliver you from yourself. it should be like swiping a chord in nostalgia’s shop, and buying eternity for a moment.
the earth of our very being should shake and beauty should slip into the crevice of our tired memories, for some time, reminding us of what we truly are – naked in the hurricane of the past’s frenzied dance into tomorrow.
it should unfold to us like the smells of a city at dusk, making love to the night. it
should whisper to our hearts, like the spasm of an embrace. whispered carefully in the trembling of backs in a crowded party,
music should subside into our collective sighs like applause. should breathe. should alight like the curiosity in surprise. should take the universe by storm.
music should be