Music washed over me and I was there
The sensation physically spiritual, spiritually physical
My ears heard but my skin felt
The pores of my skin’s sheet, my skin’s sheath
opened wide and deep to the roaring, crashing decibels
My skin tasted and swallowed the sounds
My ears heard but my heart sensed
My ears heard but my centre shook
My ears heard but my voice longingly lamented
My ears identified but my soul recognised
The sound waves reverberating and echoing off my vision to reveal
A kaleidoscope of stars-sparks-sparkles-fiery-fiercely alive
In brilliant dreamlike hues, shades, depths, gradients
To be bathed in a rainshower of sultriness
And then shivery numbing drops of liquid music
Dripping and thundering
And the music became my skin
I wanted
More than anything
I wanted
You to wash over me
I wanted you to be that music
You are my music
You are my skin
You are my song