This line is very fine. When a beautiful song comes on, the rest of the world melts away -- my heart flutters and the air sinks deep in my lungs. My breathing slows and my eyes close. I turn the volume up and slip gracefully between the layers as my headphones send positive vibes to my mind. If I had to pick one thing that had the power to manipulate my mood, entice my imagination, and make me feel alive, it is music.
Music makes me fall in love.
Listening to a track from an artist you've never heard of before and falling into that fine line feels just like falling in love. It starts out as a crush -- you can't stop thinking about that one song or that artist, how much you want to be around it, listening to it, singing along with it, smiling with it. And as you keep listening to the artist over and over, you learn more about its intricacies. You allow yourself to be engulfed by its complexities, and it isn't until you take a break for a while that you realize exactly how in love you are.
I have a crush on Mansions on the Moon. This might just be the real deal.
