Music

The music filled the room like water poured into a glass. Slowly and smoothly, fitting together without creases or overlaps. Moving as one body. The notes meshed like particles, so tightly, smoothly, and serenely, that the awed crowd drank in the life of the sound. But it was more than a sound. It was a feeling. A being. It came alive, and danced around the heavily decorated room, dim and romantic. It brightened each corner. It lifted the hair off of the backs of necks, and crept along, creating Goosebumps, along arms. Not only passing by the group as one, but to and into each individual. Becoming a meaning, importance, an idea for each one. Becoming so different as it seeped into the very souls of the listeners, yet developing into a whole, a one, a universal meaning.