A musical interlude

My mind is working overtime. It always does, and always has done for as long as I can remember. I was probably born like it. The sort of music I'm thinking about now is represented by the top picture, very elegant, serene, very formal and stylised.
 The bottom picture represents how my brain is processing the music. It looks at the music, rips it apart and analyses it down to the smallest detail. Then it looks for patterns and connections. Exhausting but fascinating.