Whenever I listen to French Medieval music it feels like I’m coming home.

It’s something more than merely finding the pieces beautiful

An experience of dissolving into the spaces between thought and the senses.

Ah, but what’s the use of trying to reduce such wonders to mere words?

In the silence that comes afterwards my soul begins to tarnish again.

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