in the first moments when a song strange to your ears is acknowledged by you,

the first few bars consuming you,

fixating your concentration on the mixture of instruments,

the fluctuation in the singer’s voice,

the smooth blending of voice and instrument blurring all that surrounds you, loosening your anchor,

encompassing your dreams for a different length of time

leading you to become obsessed, engrossed, trying to absorb all of what you make out

for no song leaves the same mark,

each leaving a different impression,

till the day

the

magic

fades

and so you once again await for the magic to return.