Long time, Mr.Bukowski!

When you hear a song for the first time, and are mesmerized by its every beat, every verse, every dead sound, you know you have a favourite.
Then you realise that the song is a classic.It was around before you were.
It was played on instruments not loud enough to reach you. It vibrated air waves to its tunes that perhaps gushed as the wind around you.
But when you hear the song for the first time, it sounds heard...like its existence is not intriguing but obvious.
Like its essence was within you, only now it manifests in the the guise of music, just as it did in dance, in a book, a poem, a quote, or a painting. Or a person.
It is there somewhere. It is there right here.