the day the music died.....

I love songs and all that they stand for. For the creator, for the listeners. The stories, the characters, the landscapes, the pauses filled with music, words and breaths. I love it all. The songs seep inside me, from the air I breathe, from the water that balances itself on my pores, the songs they float and find their way in, inside me. They shake me from within, blend in my bloodstream, like red wine would and intoxicate me, like a deep, old bodied red wine would. I feel their stories in their rhythms, I breathe in and out with their pauses. My soul wraps itself around the shape of the words and they rock me to sleep,  crying, laughing, watching, still, dancing…however. I fall in the abyss of their resonance, the notes they carry me down, inside..towards their light, their glow, my glow. I glow like a crazy diamond, I am on fire.