Music enters me and images are born.
Some are fleeting, weightless, others are funny and absurd, if you listen closely to the words, or incomprehensible, entailing.
And I don’t understand the words, and as soon as the sounds that resonate inside me begin to sound somehow special, and I forget about everything.
Blues? Maybe, but in a strange way it turns into a sonata, a repeating melody, and turn by turn, and now a waltz - a little sad, but for some reason a smile touches my lips, and I want to spin, and I do it - remaining motionless ...
Something tender with a touch of bitterness, and then joy that captures me, and now all the sorrows are left behind, and I look at them and understand that they are all such nonsense ...
Someone sings about love, and someone sings about the meaning and choice in life, but everything is so united, and cannot be disassembled, and not divided into topics, divided into directions ...
A complete cacophony, but I hear a violin in it, and then suddenly a sax - and it seems to me that there is nothing more melodious ...
Rock and classics, and something solemn fills me, and I want to listen and listen, but ...
It's time to return to reality from my journey, and I turn off the sound ...
And the silence that deafens, that rises and takes my breath away, and it becomes unbearable, creepy and scary to me, as if all sounds had died, and there would be nothing more ...
But the silence is broken by sounds that are almost inaudible, but they are, they are alive, and I understand that I am alive too ...