In the middle of a crazy Monday morning, I found my island of meditative silence. My headphones were belting out gypsy songs from the gipy kings. I shut my eyes and just listened to the music. The Romany guitar, the percussion, the hand claps and raw earthy voice of the lead vocalist. In those few moments, the stench, the squalor and the cacophony blurred into nothingness and there was just the music. Behind my eyelids was a world of music. No images just sound. And I felt my heart go still in the music. I was the joy and exhilaration and I was the music.