La Musique

Monday, August 4, 2008

I realize why sometimes I revel in music so much, is that it's wholly accepting, enveloping me in an intricate coccoon of pure melodies. When I sneak into that private dimension of mine, I can weave stories and pictures from mere notes, creating a world belonging only to me. Far away, from the harshness of reality. Purer. Clearer.

Detached. Listening only to the blending of full chords, the way melodies dance, prance, flit, flow, soar. And follow hopefully along, to lose oneself in the tangle of tunes so I am rendered deaf like Beethoven, hearing only the mind's music. We're both cowards. Deaf cowards.

But this is another form of escapism (ugh literature plagues me even here). Nothing plain about the truth concealed in my words. Even this post, one has to unravel to reach deep within to touch that place of hurt and pain. Yet no one ever will. Never.

9:37 PM