Apples and Oranges

He closes his eyes, arms flailing and head bobbing to the sound of the music and his fingers pose in the shape of the chords he believes the song follows. As the chorus swells, his feet tap more strongly and his motions become more animated. He is consumed. Nothing in the room exists, tunnel vision has focused on the magic that is the music and the sound of his heart is deafening.

One day, I will be that music to someone.