"Hi" she said with quiet tears in her eyes, realizing suddenly that the pale morning light which was crawling in through the kitchen window, was no longer hers alone. She inhaled quickly, just remembering to breathe. Earbuds in, coffee paused infront of her lips, she kept listening. This girl, this dancer, this feeler had found something, a piece, a song... and that company could not interrupt this moment.
This moment.... when a piece of music so delicate yet unpredictable was capable of more than just suggesting an emotion, supposing a story.
When the music lover, the listener, is taken.
Taken by a piece of music that... which... insists on a feeling, bringing her, twirling her, and sweeping her away.
And though she no longer had control, the girl went willingly.
And this is what it sounds like, in my ears, right now.
Thank you Evgueni & Sacha Galperine, "Fireworks" off the "Madame Bovary" Soundtrack held me tight this morning.
I needed that.
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