My heartbeat accelerates.
I am in the here, in the now.
I am also in the future.
I am holding her and wanting and knowing and hoping all at once.
We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time.
We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are the underneath every part of this moment.
And by making this moment our own, we are rendering it timeless.
There is no audience.
There are no instruments.
There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks.
It’s the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters.
When the heart races, this is what it’s racing toward.