There is almost unlimited space for the songs I like to listen to. There should be a universe full of them and my aching imagination tells me it already exists. It is funny because when people ask me what music I'm into, they usually wait for a response filled with names of people but I'm much better at offering them song titles that are burned in the back of my mind.
Such as lyrics that are almost too poetic to be sung and metaphors only understood by a few.
But also melodies that are played in the background,
low tunes sung by husky voices,
the transition at 3:45 when the guitar starts playing,
syllables sung a little bit too long.
Songs are universes in themselves.
And I rotate for them.
P/S: This piece will be part of my upcoming anthology, Naked As We Came.
From the girl who perceives melodious beauty,