Close your eyes; clear your heart

There is a feeling that certain music gives me when it gathers around me and engulfs me and fills me with an uncontrollable effervescing of sheer arousal.  There are not enough words in this language or any other to describe it for I believe that any word could describe it and all words could describe and no words could describe it.  "Microwave" can describe it, for what does a microwave do but create a deep warming sensation from the center of a dish of pure delectability. And "sunglasses" can describe it, for what do sunglasses do but shield your gaze from that which is too powerful, only to deliver the world in a manner that is more beautiful than without the hazy shade of sepia caressing it.  And "conditioned" can describe it, for what does something conditioned do but perform better in its circumstances, attracting admiration and dissonance from like-minded individuals that cannot seem to have minds alike.  So how does one describe it?  Well, when I heard a song that gave me this feeling earlier this morning via the jukebox in Waffle House as I sipped on weak coffee and enjoyed the company of two brilliant friends, I commented, unwittingly speaking my pure mind and soul, that the music "held my heart." Now do you get it?