There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")
We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.