I am under a powerful spell. Everything in my body screams for more. Senses heighten. The heart meanders towards the source of attraction. To steal another glance. To hear it once more. To experience it over and over again.
The body wants what it wants, and the heart races with curious wonder. I cannot understand it, nor do I care to unravel this delightful mystery. The haunting behind its beauty causes proud obsession.
It hooks me and reels me in. A willing participant, I let the current carry me to the world of someone else’s imagination.
I close my eyes and consume his words that play like the individual notes of his musical composition. As the words unravel, I can imagine his set of notes connecting to create a feeling of joy. Through his words, I can feel the music playing in the background.
I fall in love with the composer’s words used to describe his music. I bite the hook while leafing through a playbill for the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.