Song as an ex-lover

Many songs are pleasant on the ears. They float on the air like incense burning low and careful and then disperse as soon as a window is opened. I want my songs to enter a room like an ex-lover, throwing the air in spiralling columns; storms that carry the weather of regret, sadness, romance, lust, love, betrayal, despair and reconciliation, then linger in your mind like time, always changing shape but never leaving.