My Heart Gasped

John took me by surprise today. The old iPod was on shuffle, I left the room, walked back into the Edge of Desire and my heart gasped. Yes I have read the recent news about JM himself. I read Rolling Stone's latest article about him. I have too much opinion about the way we talk about him or any other "rock star's" life, but that will require its own post. So again I ask you to disassociate the man with the music. It was the music that made my heart gasp.

Why? Why a gasp? Because as I walked down the hall my head was a-whirling and my heart a-spinning with its usual activity, but today a little more emotion was helping it all along. I had forgotten my music was still on, and it has also been a while since I have just listened to John, so his magical abilities were in the far back of my mind. While my mind was a little surprised when I opened the door to music, what really got my heart a-gasping was the way the song was exactly the extension of its pent up emotions. The lyrics, melodic highs and lows, met my heart at its pent up place, held on, and then pulled it around the room, stretching it out, letting it breath, all of this as I merely stood in the doorway. And the thing is, I hadn't even gone to him for help. I hadn't gone looking for the perfect song remedy, in fact, I didn't even realize I needed a remedy. But there John was, with the perfect song choice, just waiting to sweep my heart off her feet, letting her relax for a moment even though she wasn't aware she needed relaxing.

Am I describing music or my ideal man? Not sure. You tell me.