I’ve sat for the past few hours on the floor, just listening to music. Eyes closed. Vibration triggering a cascading ocean of neuronal waves which in turn are creating fleeting emotions.
Listening to music is like being presented with a drug to alter mood : to experience the whole gambit of human emotion. To live in fictional worlds created by poets. Because that is what music is : poetry. I never really read poetry, because music filled that hole.
Poetry is naked music.
I’m writing this whilst listening to the deep melancholic voice of theNational. “It’s a terrible love and I’m walking with spiders’ It’s quiet company…