Certain songs I listen to will set me off,
a certain mood. I call it deep
blue, for lack of words. It comes nowhere
near conveying the state of mind, where it puts
me, what it is.
Step outside in my
pajamas, barefoot in thought. A deep sky beckoning somewhere; the cement patch where I stand is surrounded by pale yellowish light.
The music is brimming with wet grass, dew. The room is lit with little tiny bulbs. It's full of stars.
I am sitting on the beach with Joe, the day's warmth escapes through the sand into my toes, the waves
We are drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, easy. We talk, fall silent. I relax for the first time
I cast about for adjectives to
describe this music that stirs me. It's not the
words that do it, but a certain something in the
way the tune is played. It's cool,
it's dark blue, it is silent water flowing.
It is a sort of thrumming in the void of thoughts.
It is me: moving, streaming, flying. It is wind
and calm, smooth and clear, stars and stones.
It is always night, always calm. It's depth
and expansiveness, space and spirits filling
a vastness that aches inside. It's
rest without sleep.
I think it may be peace.
Some of the songs that'll do it: