Time: 10:55 p.m.
There is music swirling inside my head — with a swish of its skirt, the fabric caresses my mind with its momentary touch. It swells within my being and the ebb and flow of this musical tide is the source of much joy.
It has been a while since I have felt this way. The satisfaction of an artistic creation fashioned as imagined is immense and the magical melody seems to cast a firm imprint on my soul. I rise and soar and spread my wings as I witness the miracle of this healing elixir.
The music stays behind long after the song ends, playing itself over and over again within the grey folds. Graceful movements of the notes, the soft whispers ushering in the more dominant refrains, the vibrant rush of euphoric sound… I can feel it all. The strange part is that all these tunes never cease to strike an individual chord in spite of the mangled interpretation by my brain. Not once does a song lose its identity.
I can feel the sense of gladness coursing through my veins, imbibing the radiant spirit of the harmony heard by my ears. I feel a sweeping sense of ecstasy as I recall the seamless flow of the melody played. I find myself in absolute bliss — there is not a care that I could care for at the moment!
The lyrics move fingers of understanding — narrow tendrils of thought of one person connecting with another’s. It is as though the hearts of every sentient creature on earth are beating together, in phase, and giving rise to a form of empathy that bridges gulfs and triumphs over the impossible. Such is this feeling that I forget all my worries and troubling thoughts and settle into a mood of ease and contentment.
The unlimited expanse of human expression lies before my eyes and ears. I succumb to its tempting call and am lured away to serenity. For a few moments, I find happiness, and for now, it is enough.
It has been a while since I have felt this way. The satisfaction of an artistic creation fashioned as imagined is immense and the magical melody seems to cast a firm imprint on my soul. I rise and soar and spread my wings as I witness the miracle of this healing elixir.
The music stays behind long after the song ends, playing itself over and over again within the grey folds. Graceful movements of the notes, the soft whispers ushering in the more dominant refrains, the vibrant rush of euphoric sound… I can feel it all. The strange part is that all these tunes never cease to strike an individual chord in spite of the mangled interpretation by my brain. Not once does a song lose its identity.
I can feel the sense of gladness coursing through my veins, imbibing the radiant spirit of the harmony heard by my ears. I feel a sweeping sense of ecstasy as I recall the seamless flow of the melody played. I find myself in absolute bliss — there is not a care that I could care for at the moment!
The lyrics move fingers of understanding — narrow tendrils of thought of one person connecting with another’s. It is as though the hearts of every sentient creature on earth are beating together, in phase, and giving rise to a form of empathy that bridges gulfs and triumphs over the impossible. Such is this feeling that I forget all my worries and troubling thoughts and settle into a mood of ease and contentment.
The unlimited expanse of human expression lies before my eyes and ears. I succumb to its tempting call and am lured away to serenity. For a few moments, I find happiness, and for now, it is enough.
2 comments:
Hmm...Very characteristic of you and a very good one too...
The Music, it plays in my ears.
I can still hear it after all these years.
Yes. I wrote a villanelle sometime ago for my Class Assembly.
Never did quite put my heart in it. Though I put my brain into it.
Ah, music. I wish it was a passion of mine. *Sigh*
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