The music in my heart
Sometimes, I even can’t explain how much the music of words impacts me. It has nothing common with “getting the meaning”, though maybe it has with “getting to the bottom of the meaning without even noticing it, like drinking when thirsty, like having sex with a beloved person, like taking a deep breath before the long diving, something so huge to be taken in just one second and at the same time taken from
The Eternity”, it makes me chill and ticklish and gives me creeps and squeezes my heart with such an indescribable power.
The word combinations sound so beautiful even if they have nothing to say when you first look at them, but then the hidden context penetrates into you like a flow. It takes you and all you have left is just to follow this flow. That’s all you have left.
It’s said in one of my favorite novels that true poet has to bring something truly Beautiful into the world and your reader’s heart in particular, if he doesn’t then he’s not a poet. I use this to judge when I listen music or read or watch movies. If he didn’t left AnYTHING beautiful he can be counted a fake. There is a lot of fake in the world. But I actually am posting here about the love to beauty not to anything opposite. So, the following words make me the way I mentioned…
“Night swimming deserves a quiet night”
“I count your eyelashes secretly… I know your closed eye watching me, listening/ I thought I saw a smile..”
“I think I thought I saw you try”
“I am pushing an elephant up the stairs”
“I came to disappear”
“Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions”
Now you can tell me I am a freak but I feel the music of those. It’s Beautiful.