Music flows out and
and it winds around me, tightly, tightly.
I am in a world that only I find safe.
The words that surround the air are foreign to me.
I could not understand them even if I tried.
Others ask, "Why?"
"Why listen to music that you can't understand?"
"Why listen to a language that's not your own?"
I can never seem to answer that question.
Then I remember: Love and beauty transcends all words.
I don't need to understand to love.
I don't need to comprehend in order to appreciate.
All I need to do is feel.
Let it flow through my fingertips and devour me whole.
And when I can do that, a sensation overcomes me.
I call it bliss.