Bliss

Music flows out and

and it winds around me, tightly, tightly.

I am in a world that only I find safe. 

The words that surround the air are foreign to me. 

I could not understand them even if I tried. 

Others ask, "Why?"

"Why listen to music that you can't understand?"

"Why listen to a language that's not your own?"

I can never seem to answer that question.

Then I remember: Love and beauty transcends all words. 

I don't need to understand to love.

I don't need to comprehend in order to appreciate. 

All I need to do is feel.

Let it flow through my fingertips and devour me whole.

And when I can do that, a sensation overcomes me. 

I call it bliss.

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