kinda of blue, kinda soul

I didn’t like Miles at the beginning, because I didn’t understand his music. When I forced myself to learn all different style of jazz years ago, I force myself to listen to his classic works. I was alone at that time, very often I didn’t turn on the light when the sun was nearly all set, the room was dark blue, and I put on Miles CD, the soulful trumpet sound filled the hole room with unknown spirits, I felt like I have known this feeling before, I have felt it before, it connected me so well, and still even now haunting me.
Soulful, that is the only word I have for Miles Davis.