Sketch & Sketch: Addicted to Music

As a former classical musician, highly sensitive to sounds, a chromesthete, I find myself in an unnatural quantum superposition... slightly out of tune.

This is an ideal condition to wonder if an "addiction to music" actually exists. If yes, is it pathological or not? And if so, at what level of "attachment" does it become toxic?
I feel, so I know, so I think it is not. Why and how? Simply 'cause it is the most natural art form, closest to the natural nature of all universes, timelines, and dimensions. But I might be wrong. We never know... I am not a scientific expert in destructive, toxic attachments.
Given that some music is good for those who are depressed, I absurdly wonder...

The other day, while enjoying some music-sheltered from destructive, unpleasant sounds and other stimuli-I suddenly had this new sketch idea: Addicted to music: a new layer of consciousness...

I'll rewind the events a bit, back to the origins of some people's possible attachment to music at a "toxic" level. ;) I have no idea if this applies to chromesthetes, but... let's have fun.
A few days ago, while having a street conversation with a contemporary fellow from my human family, I was asked if I was addicted to toxic substances. I showed my 10-pack of tobacco. So, in reciprocity, I asked:
- "How about you? Are you addicted to environmentally toxic things?"
Firstly, asking me such a question, while secondly trying to lecture me on "nature's nature" while holding paper marketing flyers wrapped in plastic... is a bit out of tune. Really.

So, I had a kind of heartbreak that led to this new wonder. My contemporary fellow family members made me seriously doubt and reflect upon the possible state of "accronoxism".
A new word came into my mind in a matter of seconds, after asking myself: how do we name people addicted to pollution? Accro... noxes... Accronoxists! ...people addicted to pollution... Voilà! Eureka... Speaking to myself, I noted the word, wrote it down, and verified if it exists. No. It does not.

So, allow me to share with you this new word-a thing in dictionaries called a neologism, because it is "new" / neo:

Philosophic thoughts & improvisation like an absurd, yet highest quality inner/outer monologue

The artist puts on earphones;
the audience listens along too for 1'50" duration, from the start, fading at 1'33", the music in background and earphones: Chick Corea, Desafinado, live version in Berlin, 2018

Given that I was a musician, I am "still"... but not an "Encore." (neither a stage recall, nor a piece engraved in the notation software Encore). A funny kind of quantum superposition-declaring oneself "addicted to music," don't you think?

Before ending this (con)seriousness humanist sketch, a tiny little wishful* asterisk (star)-'cause it is evening already, and Asterix sweats like Obelix:
Background music plays: Stan Getz & Charlie Byrd, Desafinado.

The artist continues the monologue, getting out if the pocket a small chocolate, begins to eat and, while is scrapping its head's hair like the humorist Lauren (from the couple L&H) says:

Thank you for reminding me every day that:
I feel. Yet.
I think. Yet.
I exist. Yet.
You? We?
Doxa of Noxa...

While the music is still playing, the artist leaves the stage saying:

And the rime(l) is ready :)
A new layer of consciousness...
Ta-da!