You can feel it as it surrounds you. Loud and inviting. Softly speaking to your soul. That seemingly simple lyric as it reaches in deep and gently presses your heart. Then, without so much as an introduction, you can see it. Swirling above your head in colors, challenging the mind and captivating the soul. Every thought, every memory, past and present, become visible; as if you can touch them.

My mind longs for those moments. Reliving the memories in the music. Haunting memories that come alive with every beat of the drum and strum of the guitar. Spend my days hearing it’s subtle whisper in the background. Suddenly my mind translates words spoken to me into song and my mind answers in kind. It’s as if, every step taken, every word spoken has a lyric to it.

Makes for odd conversations at times; breaking into a chorus. But even if not spoken, sometimes that’s exactly what is going on in my head. Hard to explain really. Weird? Maybe. But when you can see memories so vividly…why would you ever want to leave? Play them for hours. Play them so loud you ears vibrate. Until you can’t feel the difference between the song and your soul. Dancing around on my mind every second.

And then you see a name…or a face…and off you go again. Teleported into another time, another place; and it’s all so real. Present. Once again. History has no time limit. It’s right there. So close you can touch it. Right above your head. In all the colors of the music.

Some may say that what I describe isn’t real. All in my head. Maybe it is. So what of it? More’s the pity of those blind to it. What a bland life that must be. If that’s what’s rational, I’ll choose insanity. Give me the dream. The fantasy. Leave me in the mystery of the melody. If awake means it has to end, then let me sleep. Forever. Never wake me. Bury me with a set of headphones taped to my ears, and a strong soundtrack of my memories. Then leave me be.

Drunk with Spirits and forever trapped in time…speak to me…once again…just for a moment. One brief moment in time. Just so I can put it on repeat. Then leave me be and let me drift away in the peaceful sleep of it all. Hear the words, cut me deep, make me bleed…I want to feel it again.

Then repeat. Always repeat.

Play it again. Once more and then again. Take me on that travel through time. Bring me to that place of pain and elation. Surround me with that feeling of peace, until my heart races in the moment. Music man, don’t let me down tonight…not tonight.

Once more. Hit me again. I can take it. Give me more.

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