Existing in Romance

There are some songs that make you sing. Some songs make you dance, just to dance. Then some songs make you remember your core - where you were before the last interruption. Like gliding on a color scale. First grey, then green. Then all the colors taking shape, moving to sound and harmony. They make sense, yet these colors aren’t bound by measure. It’s free, that’s me. This takes me back, but it also brings me to this moment. Here I am.