The Music

Too beautiful to even think about putting it to words, it lasts a split second, the real initial feeling, then it’s on life support systems. The only way to actually know your feeling anything or analyze it is to ruin the feeling by over thinking it.
The abandon and instinct that allowed it to flow through can be dammed, allowing for a reservoir of feelings on which to draw upon, but that’s not it; there is a place where it is pure ecstasy.
It goes beyond thinking. The source always flows, and it is beyond the concept of time. To do without thinking, time has no control, and intuition, instinct and logic are all the same. Music can bring them together to sustain each other.
Abstract and transcendent enough to spur on these timeless emotions.