One

This poem is supposed to capture my emotions when listening to a really good song. Unfortunately, as you will see, it's very tough to do that.

Shutting his eyes connects him.
It becomes everything -
It becomes the air around him.
He is one with this being.
As it whips around him, through him,
He gives himself up to it.
All-encompassing, sweet, devouring,
Absorbing -
      All things are replaced, and he is alone with it.
They dance - a mental dance, unseen by the observer -
Him and his beloved - yet no words exist to describe this non-relationship.
It washes over him, and past him.
And he opens his eyes to watch it depart, and the rest of the world fall back into place.