For every piece I possess on my device, I listen in peace to the lyrics as they sink into the melody of those instruments.
I tend to loose my heart to knowledgeable melodies of the instrumental sugarcoating every word, reminding me of how beautiful every moment could be with someone I love.
Listening to it, note after note makes me retire to my bed just to scream the beauty of my thought, to the hearing of my mind while the ceiling stares in wonder as to what my eyes is communicating.
I sometimes wish I could let someone have a sit in my mind to enjoy my fantasies as a movie in the cinemas, because that way I won't have to say a word to explain me. But I can only use the nearest in meaning, to explain my emotions as I listen to a beautiful music.
In the end, this self has a lot for the hearing, yet struggles with less will to encourage the sharing.