I love music and I do thoroughly enjoy a good quality artistically-composed song. At unexpected times this love stands out to me and I'm reminded of it all in a wave of rushing emotion and a super-heightened appreciation for every minute sound within a recording. The ebb and flow of the melody carries with it my full attention for mere minutes, however my concept of time sort of melts away as my internal clock pauses it's relentless ticking to match the tempo of the song. Then, the song ends. A new one begins. The atmosphere changes with it. And, I find myself wondering why the composer only made the tune...
