Gratitude

The phantasm of your mind(sic). It dunno how it originated and I wonder if its finite. The composite elements certainly speak otherwise. Fewer modes have come close to leaving me as entranced in its resonating wake. A black hole for all who tread its path. Its essence ever growing and always rekindled with its own offspring and others. A keystone in the justification of human grandeur.

Spanning between the simple and intricate each intricate or simple in the eyes of the beholder. A master at inducing moods. A haven for some and utopia to others. Tranquility for the those who seek it and a kick in the teeth for those who want it. Your best friend when there is none. Words to some, sounds to others, life to many. It has seemingly enriched most aspects of our lives, with the possible exception of science may be, to which it its a subject of fascination. It portrays society, history, philosophy, love and at times nothing!. Its the voice of the world. It echoes in eternity(sic). It will leave your feet tapping, hips swaying, heads banging. It might well leave you in tears.

An amalgamation of the feelings of exultation, of crumbling away, of peace, of vengeance, of abhorrence, of remorse, of poignancy, of forlorn, of longing... and some inexplicable.The whole nine yards. It leaves one enraptured and craving for more. If recreating/repeating it is so invigorating then conceiving it must be something else. Its an indispensable part of all our lives. I thank god (if there exists) for gifting humans with a sense of music.(I wonder though if other senses are capable of gratifying us in the same way independent of the others)