Qualia

There's always some element of writing

That just doesn't translate

How do I adequately describe

An ethereal and drawn-out vocalisation

Sung by an exceptional singer

Packed with enough emotion

To change my mood

From melancholy

To whimsical

Within the span of thirty seconds

One sound

Transports me to a place

More carefree than this one

A place of long car rides

On open roads

A place reminiscent of the rushing sound

Of an airplane's engine

A turbulent, exciting place

Of movement, colours

And sound

A place of freedom

A place of dancing

A place of laughter

Immortalised forever

In a photo

With just the right amount of light leak

To have that certain something

A timeless appeal

That changes the ordinary

To something magical

Magical to me at least

But how could I possibly describe this

How can I describe that this is the reason why

I'd rather live in 1975

Good music

Good vibes

But something else

That I just can't put my finger on

Like a smell that can't be described

Perhaps the smell of an old Polaroid photo

Or the smell of incense

That you're sure you've never smelled before

But it's so familiar somehow

Something no words can ever sum up

A feeling of flight

When you've never flown

It's something I experience

That perhaps no one else does

A longing in the depths of my soul

For an understanding of what I'm feeling

A longing to know why

I'm drawn to a time and place

I've never experienced in this life

Perhaps the answer will never be found

Perhaps the answer is in that superb vocalisation

And I just haven't deciphered the meaning