Una Mattina
The track starts slowly. It feels like it is building up to something. It is elusive. It teases me. It doesn’t give me everything all at once. It wants me to stay around. It shows promise. Soon, I get the first reward - the melody I have been seeking. I am glad I stayed.
The track then transcends into another plane. It is effortless. It is efficient. It is asking something of me. I wonder what. It feels like the artist is toying with me. The track is building a mood of its own. I am not in control. I know there is a reward somewhere along the path. Listening to music over the years, I have come to expect it. But I know I have to surrender first. It will be sweeter only then. So I give in.
I can see glimses of what’s in store. I am pining with anticipation, ready to hum along when it arrives. And then I find it! The same melody. It happens slowly and then all of a sudden. It floods my senses. I am overwhelmed. I want more.
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