This very moment music has entered my soul. The strings were gently fading into my pores and sinking deeply into my heart like butter on warm bread. It continued to sink until it seemed to weigh into the pillow of my soul. Then there I was slowly lifting my hands away from any tangible object, tilting my head back and never opening my eyes. It was there. The music had not only entered my soul, but had stolen it as well. What could I say to get it back? Absolutely nothing. I was breathlessly captured by Heaven itself. If ever there was a moment I were to sprout wings it would've been there. If ever there was a moment of true and utter awareness of existence it would've been there.
