THE PLACES MUSIC TAKES US

Music, of the many mysteries of the ever inexplicable world, the one most disarming, the one most inspiring, has a power so magical that it can spell wonders even in this impassive practical age. Submit to it completely, and it takes you to a safari into its own fantastic realm. So I cut the lights, pull the curtains, put on my headsets, and immerse into the enthralling adventure. And the music starts…..

I fall into a reverie, and I wake up in the midst of flowers. I breathe freshness. It smells strawberry. I hear the crackle of flowing water. I hear the crumble of dry leaves .The wind laughs in my ears, ever so softly. I do not walk, I do not fly, I float, ever so slowly. I drink the charm of the green tinged valley, I absorb the splendor of the snow capped peaks. I feel a reverberating lullaby. I feel content, I feel full, I feel light. And the song changes…..

I ride through the pasture, mounted firmly on my steed. The battle awaits me. I ride with poise, my cloak flying behind me. Far near the mountains, the sky is red, the morning sun is rising. I hear the cry of the horns, I hear the clang of clashing metal. I approach the battleground, my face stiff with determination, my sword firm in my outstretched hand, and I strike. To my sword, the best of spears bow. To my blows, the toughest of shields yield. I breathe blood. It smells purpose. I hit, I smack, I kill. And the song changes…..

I stand on the deck, the moist wind splashing water on my face. I breathe wet wood. It smells danger. I watch the ominous sky. I watch the towering waves. The sails flutter and the mast sways. The sky thunders and the sea roars. And then it hits the ship, throwing me to the enormity of an unforgiving sea. The waves overpower me and the water swallows me. I gulp and I gag. I push, I throw, and I fail. I feel weightless, I feel tranquil, I feel free. And the song changes…..

I walk through the woods, the full moon guiding me. The night wind howls and the crickets chirp. I reach the pond and near the lilies, there she stands. Dressed in the purest of white, surrounded by the slightest of mist. Her aura illuminates her, her beauty highlights her. Around her everything is dim, to her even the full moon pales. I touch her, ever so tenderly. She might be unreal. She might dissolve like a dream. I breathe her. She smells love. We sit and we talk. She laughs, her laughter like the shattering of crystal, like a splash of fresh water on the face. She looks me in the eyes, and she smiles. I feel blessed, I feel bound, I feel dazed. And the song changes…..

I sit alone at a table in an inn, a plate of dinner and a glass full of wine in front of me. I breathe country. It smells home. Around me people laugh and make merry, around me people sing and dance. Upstage someone plays, upstage someone sings. A dance brews inside me, an invisible hand pushes me from my chair, and I give in. I hop and I tap. I swing and I spin. I let go everything. I forget everyone. My heart leaps, my spirit soars. I dance, I sing, I laugh. And the song changes…..

I sit on the ground, I don’t know where. It’s all dark, it’s all black. Inside me there’s nothing but a void, a deep sense of hollowness. I breathe regret. It smells pity. My mind is numb, my heartbeat forced. I beat on my chest, I pull on my hair. I feel nothing but the shock, I feel nothing but the pain. There is no hope, there is no help. No one to hold me, no one to console me. I sob, I weep, I give up. And the music stops.