snapshots of a mind deferred. - music is like making love.

in city scapes and passing clouds, high above the grass and trees, my thoughts wander and collect in bundles, only to later fall as rain when i've left my umbrella at home.

thoughts dripping onto pages in notebooks and blank computer screens, snapshots of a mind deferred.

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music is like making love.

dark bar on the lower east side, band making the whole room twitch with admiration, anticipation. the accordion player rocks with his instrument, grandiosely bouncing back and forth in his seat. watching him play feels slightly voyeuristic, as if I’m watching an intimate act between two lovers. he’s wooing it, dancing with it, gently earning its trust. it’s like watching the greatest love story unfold before your eyes, like reading the best piece of fiction and believing it, living it. like making love, music is fiction and as long as this band keeps playing, i can’t put down this story.