jazz

it sounds soft and warm. the headphones have been digging into my ears far too long, and the pain contrasts the noise that surrounds it. dissonance in the low bass. the vibrations, the fingerprints on string. click of ivory on mahogany. white. brown. white. brown. fuzzy beats, tingling accents, and the empty silence behind it all. I find the silence. it becomes music of its own, between the blanket of quiet passion. the song ends, and the sound of a tired battery wakes me from my pleasant dream.