that you have reached the point of emotional overload. A few days ago, I posted about the power of music and how indescribable it is. What I didn’t know at the time of that post is just how truly indescribable music is. I have spent the last three days, every free, waking moment, listening to something I have never know before. Pure and indiscriminate genius. I have moments, and while to some, this will sound strange and to others, yet, it will make perfect sense, that I am not certain my brain and heart won’t explode; that the music will burst the seams and they will shatter like fine porcelain. Shatter into a million pieces, each one alive and vibrant, overwhelming and overstimulating; this is the price we pay for what we feel.
All of the things I feel are not welcome thoughts or emotions, rather they remind me of something just out of my reach; something forbidden and yet wonderful. A world of possibilities and endless scenarios … of looking inside oneself at things that frighten or intimidate us and seeing them reflected in the music we hear. I talk about “we” because it is easier to admit to something when you know there are others who understand the feelings you cannot find the words to say.
I don’t know where this musical journey will lead, but so far, I am completely exhausted and drained just from the experience. I can only imagine what I will learn the second time around, knowing what to expect and anticipating it’s arrival. I may die before it’s over, but to my friends and readers I say; it was a good death.
A Photographer's Heart 