For times when reality gets overbearing, music is my safe haven. To me music is like a story, where, as the tale unfolds you become one with the character, you experience their joys, dreams, fears and hopes. And when the story ends you reluctantly snap back to reality and the spell is broken. Lately, I’ve been drawn towards classical music concerts and here’s an ode to the way music inspires me.
Enamored by the whimsical sound of strings
Strung with emotions flowing like the fall of spring
Vibrating in accord with the cautiously beating heart
Burning like an inextinguishable fire lighting the dark
His fingers struck them with a delicate ease
The absence of lyrics nonetheless felt;
Every note filled our hollow souls with a temporary bliss
A treacherous escape bound to fail
Because it all ends when the music stops.