It’s listening to a piece of music that makes your breath catch. You’re engulfed by the beauty, the rise and fall, the lilting sway of the figures surrounding the lone light spreading like butter across the keys. It’s every moment heightened to the point where you feel with the notes. You feel the sorrow that the slow notes plead to be rid of. You feel the hope as they speed up and blossom but most of all you feel the love of every tap of a key, every shift of the musician, every small pause held out. This is what it is and what will always be the beauty that no one can see but can become a tangible form. This is our own special concert in our own beautiful minds. This is the way we all are meant to see.