verklarte nacht

it takes six instruments to create an ocean of angst, melodies close to the surface, gleaming with the twinkle of sunlight, accompanied by harmonies of a deeper texture, dark and unknowable to affected ears, requiring full attention and yet spinning listeners into daydreams.  

(how is it...)

the rise and fall of lines converging-diverging, the trails of sonorities making for a colorful track, authentic and transcending music into a pure form of expression, liberating to ears numbed by modern shit, the adagio begins with unexpected warmth, the radiance of a courageous-unjealous man.

(how is it even...)

the resolution rushes in like chemicals or oxygen to a deprived brain, words into music and music into atmosphere, the sounds dissolve like a 1950s coke into my ears, dripping with sugar-sweet satisfaction in the knowledge that one of our own species could contain such undeniable genius, such truth in art.

(how is it even conceivable that someone could write that?)