Poem: Epiphanous

The beauty of music is best realised when the hairs on your arms prickle as the tune begins – or reaches its key moment, its peak, its greatness.

An oft-listened classic will evoke such response. Sometimes – when lucky - a new tune will do much the same.

That’s the time when no one can make it more special. And no one can ruin your moment. That’s the time…