Agonizing Loveliness

That song was too beautiful. All worries, wishes, everyday adventures seemed so trivial. It was unbearably deep, unbearably truthful, unbearably meaningful. All that had happened, that was important, suddenly was the most disgusting trivial bit of nonsense. This mind-decaying, soul-twisting melody killed the heart with love. My heart bled tears, and all the layers of myself that I believed in burned by their brilliance. I could not stand myself, the world, any ideas, any longer. Over and over I listened to that song, that song that wrenched poison from my mind, my spine, my heart, my everything. The pain of love, of truly seeing the universe in all its glory. Music is not food for the soul; it's a murderer, a crusader, which stabs to purify. And yet it is necessary.