The round and round of all that is...
It's been ages since a song has moved me to tears simply through its beautifully crafted melody.
It's never happened that two songs have done that to me at the same time... until now.
If Mark Morford is the writer I hail, Ulrich Schnauss is the composer I worship. Awe-inspiring music. No words. Just sinuous sound waves.
But it's not just the music that moved me to tears. It was that feeling again, in combination with the intangible beats. It's been dwindling for quite some time, but was suddenly sparked again this afternoon during my solitary joyride in the mesmerizing weather.
It's been a while since such a spark has passed through every limb, infused every fiber and spread to the fingertips.
Joy, oh joy. What is the cosmos telling me? I'm getting signs again.
It's never happened that two songs have done that to me at the same time... until now.
If Mark Morford is the writer I hail, Ulrich Schnauss is the composer I worship. Awe-inspiring music. No words. Just sinuous sound waves.
But it's not just the music that moved me to tears. It was that feeling again, in combination with the intangible beats. It's been dwindling for quite some time, but was suddenly sparked again this afternoon during my solitary joyride in the mesmerizing weather.
It's been a while since such a spark has passed through every limb, infused every fiber and spread to the fingertips.
Joy, oh joy. What is the cosmos telling me? I'm getting signs again.