Like music to my ears

The images conjured up in my mind when I think about what music means to me.

                                          Like music to my ears

                  It is like a windy day in the middle of orange autumn
                                        It rustles up the leaves
                    Swirling, twirling bursts of red, gold on satin brown

                    It is like a cool breeze over your naked shoulder
                      Whispers of secret breath and hidden truths
            Caressing a tortured soul perhaps, nurturing an aching heart

                      It is anger, it is mad love, it is raging jealousy
                          Jumping on a black canvas of the sky
                                                    High
                                                    High
                                                    High

                          And he sings "look how the shine for you"
                                      I could touch the stars
                                I could tickle the man in the moon!