For When There Are No Words

I started this post with some intention of writing about the power of music, but I find myself unsure of where to start.

Most, if not all, people are able to understand that music has an immense power.

I was just wondering about it some time ago: why is the vast majority of music about love?
Then it occurred to me: what other set of emotions moves one person as much as those to do with love and partnership? And it seems that music is the medium of choice to express this love, short of sex.

Through my understanding of emotion, love is something felt. I was part of that cliche of saying "So what they say in songs about feeling love really is true!". Love, to me, is a deep, deep sensation of a longing and near desperation of wanting to be with someone, close and in their presence.

I find such an emotion to be. . .fucking amazing. I find that whole idea fucking amazing, that even being in the space occupied by a loved one can lock ones' attention so much that they forget what they are about to say, or act brashly, or even lose their footing. It actually even grabs the attention of your subconscious, throwing your functions out of wack. . .that's. . .just incredible!

I was subject to this, that's why I'm writing this. It was only for a few seconds. . .

I was walking through a hallway, on my way to class. Our school is pretty crowded, but for a few seconds, the hallway was empty with only me and her at either end of it. She looked at me expectantly, gently gesturing to come along to class. Whatever it was about the empty hallway or the way she was standing or the way she was looking at me. . .it made my knees buckle. They actually went weak.
For just a few seconds, all there was, was her.
A perfect moment.

I swiftly recovered without allaying any suspicion as to what I had just felt. We went to class. What I have written above is how I feel around her. Even if I just think of talking to her or remembering that moment, I get short of breath.

She doesn't know that even happened. She's probably even forgotten that day, that week.
But every detail is crystal clear in my memory.

This is what love can do to you? I'm not even with her, or anyone.

Have I only scratched the surface?

It is through this memory that I can realise why music is generally about love. It is so powerful, that only music can provide satisfaction when there are no more words.