Every note speaks to your heart. His voice is the sound of surrender. Breathe him in, bleed into him. This stranger knows you. He soothes your soul, floods you with hope until your skin hums with it…and the people you speak to everyday, at work, at home, may as well be talking underwater. Their words do not reach you like his do.
You rise, close your bedroom door, and sway. Stay in this moment. Rise and fall with the melody until you are transported, changed – and your desk, pens and computer have been replaced by the guitar and voice, flowing over the soft rain of drums and the bass sandbank. The bridge pulls you along in its current. The chorus is riding on a tidal wave of joy.