i can see you

sitting here listening to the katamari soundtrack, an expressionless expression of concentration upon my face, bobbing my head... an image of what i looked like popped into my head. only it wasn't me, it was you. the same expression, the same response to the music, before your teevee or mine. i can see your face in my mind's eye. i can't do that with many faces. that's probably why i keep listening to this stuff.