I enjoy the dynamics of staying out of tune. It bothers me so much to keep everything in the same key. It keeps it too structured and pretty soon, you have complete control over what happens next. The sound of chaos is what I crave. The inability to predict, the surprise, the confusion. The monotony withers and dies.

I'm floating and rotating and laying back and extending and touching and feeling and seeing and learning everything that comes next. The texture is so satisfying and consuming. I am not worthy. It drives me mad. I do not deserve this. No one deserves this. No one should ever experience this.

But I can't help but feel faint at the prick of a harmonic ringing as something so beautiful that's just washed in the background to everyone else. It fills my body with chills and just radiates. It trembles and drips off my body like water. Muted secrets that you cannot hear just echo in my hands as much as my ears. It's a feeling my puny language is incapable of ever even dreaming describing, and if I could, I wouldn't. It's 10,000 times more powerful than anything you can imagine. I could ever take something so euphoric and condense it into a language.

I want to feel the vibrations, and taste the reverb, and inhale the vibratos. I want to experience the beauty with every pore of my body, rather than just one sense. I want to take the melody and use it to paint a picture and bake a cake and sand it smooth and just hold it up for the world to see.

This is real beauty. This is everything I've ever wanted to show you.

It sends tempo changes to my heart.