Suna-ism

Music is it's own journey.

Suna ism

You push the ear buds in further
The silence of the outside world lingers
Your head rests upon the chair's back
And your finger slides across the trigger

You close your eyes as the music begins
Soft at first with a building edge
Still you know exactly where you are
Not yet have you disappeared from exsistance

A little louder now another instrument is added
The vocals seem to pull at your soul's strings
Beautiful lyrics melt into the air aroud you
And you grasp onto them as they float into the sky

Higher and higher you soar through the breeze
And the feeling of wings tug at your back
You can hear it now the climax of the song
It's captured you completely and it wont let go

The faqade of freedom controls your inner presence
Gracefully and rythmically you move through the air
The last note of the vocals seem to drag on forever
And slowly but still you level back to the ground

A melodic repetition etches imprints in your mind
And you can feel your spirit settling back into your body
The song is nearing it's inevitable end
For the harmony softens into almost nothing

And as the last sounds leave your ears
You become aware again of the present world and all of it's silence
But though you wish to start over and feel it all once more
You know you can't go back to the same place so quickly

So with a deep breath and a light sigh
You open your eyes once more
And wait for the next song to begin to play
To bring out all new melodies and all new feelings to explore

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Quite impressive. You turn what is considered a normal experience (listening to a song) to such a beautiful thing. You truly dissect this event. This was a gorgeous piece, here!