into the landscape of music

strolling across the city, with music on. The music is not the only thing that fills me; images come at me like flying through a corn field. The music's increasing tempo hastens my steps as i try to soothe my inner demons. My heart races and every part of my dignity force me not to swirl, following the sounds that reasonate playfully inside my head. Images quickly change; forests then fields that bury themselves into mountains, reaching high then plunging themselves into deep seas and resurface, tracing the water until i find myself back into my body, walking in the city. I believe that the music will get you out of my head. I am wrong.