A Place to Call Your Own

Let the song take you there. Let it take you to a place, a place only known to you. The song takes you back, to the intrinsic place, the one that no soul can enter but your own. You listen intently, with no objectives in mind at all but to be in harmony with the world. You are at peace with yourself as you listen and keen in on every note and every lyric so cleverly pieced together. As the notes smoothly flow up and down like the breeze just propelled them into place, you place yourself somewhere else. You smell those smells you had once forgotten and remember the exact feeling that was bursting from your body. The feeling you swore a person could only feel once in their lifetime. Your chest feels as if something inside must burst immediately through the wall it encloses. A smile crosses your face as you remember the exact memory. You stick yourself back in time and watch the re-run of the cherished moment play word for word, action for action, wondering if maybe you can just stay there a bit longer.
Music does this to some. If you are lucky enough to hear its power it is something that penetrates right to the bone. It is something I breathe in with refreshment and exhale with satisfaction. Music takes me there. To that place no one else can touch but me. What better thing to have than a place to call your very own in this chaotic world?