Music

I walked through the busy streets, fighting my way through the crowds to get home. The buzzing and bustling was loud, like hornets zoning in onto me and making angry sounds. I didn't bring my headphones that day; an extremely regrettable action of forgetfulness. i just couldn't wait to get home.

The elevator made its quiet hum. Strangely enough I could not place a note on it. White noise washed over me and I stared blankly at the automated numbers change as I pass each storey. Light from each floor shone pass the glass panes and into my eyes; yet I did not blink. My mind was already on the peace and tranquility I could embrace in the haven of my room. I rushed like a child to her parents upon reaching home into my room.

It was quiet; it was serene. Stuffy, yes. But my haven. Where I spent time crying, praying, reading, sleeping, playing and listening to music. I had a taste of its golden silk-like sweetness when I was young, got to touch the onyx black and ivory white of a piano as I was growing up; fingered the nylon and metallic strings of a guitar; and got to sing my heart out with songs that touched the core of my soul.

Hastily and eagerly I turned on the laptop; opened the first favorite song and closed my eyes. And smiled. The first note that rang out was like clear glass refracting the first rays of dawn; it spread thorough golden light and sweetness into my being. I kid you not; I loved music with all my heart and soul. I can only thank God for creating something like this; that I was of good hearing to listen to the lows and highs of melody and harmony, that I had a voice and nimble fingers to connect me to music and ultimately back to God.

The playing continued. I had no longer heard music as it was to others since a young age. Learning piano you had to learn musical notes; the do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti. The C, D, E, F, G, A, B. The sharps (#) and the flats (b). As I got closer to music each note of each octaves carved out a character of their own. It seems unexplainable in words; even more so if I had to describe. The sharps and flats of a major key could be the same as a minor key, but you would realize as they take on the role of a part in a key, they take on a new character. An F# in G major would be like a main character in the key; bold and full of promise; but an F# in E minor would be like an accomplice in making the key sound sad but it could also be a victim (like a weak damsel) because hey, it is the pianist (or player of any instrument) who uses the notes to concoct and compose a piece of melody and/or harmony.

I connect with music strangely. Each time they are emitted from a source I hear them by their names. Each musical instrument clothes them in different drapes. A flute allows them to flow with golden scarves and shawls. A piano with short tunics and dresses that could be bronze or silver or ivory moonstone. A violin or viola or cello allows them to swim through the air with blues and blacks and whites. A bass guitar, however, would dress the notes in deep violet and blacks. Of course it would also determine the tempo, the genre, the way that it is played (adagio, cantabile, andante, etc) It is a complex vision I get when allowing my family of notes surround me in sound and melodious dancing.

Each note played from anywhere (not songs with lyrics but music) brushes against my skin and ears and hair like a dance; like they are inviting me along to dance with them. Sometimes I do and look like a madwoman. But hey, don't I seem mad already?

They caress me gently, spiking up my heartbeat. Unlike a lover, of course. They wash over me like sand over your feet or hands in beaches; waves into shores. They drag me in and envelop me in a deep myriad of waves and turbulence, spinning me around and about yet in the center of it all there is joy and tranquility. The sun seems to shine from outside and in, letting me bathe and bask in a cocoon of golden shimmery love and light. It is just like smooth liquid molten (but warm) golden-silver-ivory-(and any shimmery color) glass, indescribable but fulfilling.

I open my eyes again and I feel rested. The smile on my lips cannot compare to the smile in my heart and the lightness of my ears and my soul. I thank God once again for this relationship He placed between music and I.