Faint remembrance of a place I once sat on .. and lost everything that was haunting me. The thoughts of work, pressures of relationships, i had virtually lost everything and for those moments i was relatively free ..
"...music is food for the soul", someone said on the stage as the pianist played the swan song in the piano concert, followed by some of Mozart pieces. Listening, feeling and comprehending are different things and equally complicated in case of music. I thought it would be simple!
They say a piece of music is composed on a skeleton of bars which are composed of beats. On these beats are arranged notes. Indian music would call it sa re ga ma pa dha ni ... yes sa is at the end forming an octave. The west would probably call it doh la mi so fa... Composers write music on staves.. a piece of music thus has silence, notes, tone, arranged on a stave! .. Aint it simple :) .. thought so.
Even decent efforts in trying to comprehend music of those great composers like Mozart, .. Saint Saens, sometimes leads to a deliberate failure. How do you feel it? Feel Music? Logically explaining it ain't possible always .. My mentor has tried that over a period of one year even then the beauty has not yet been translated in me. At this time I can pick notes, tell you what they are but when trying to map a piece of tune on to the tave is something that breaks off my thoughts. Seated close to the middle C I try comprehending what are the beats, trying to figure out a logical way of co-relating the various ingredients of music yet ... i fail to get that from inside. Will I have a sense of music? Can i feel the beauty ever ?? Or is it that I should try to put my logic down and rather focus on the aspect of feeling not questioning..
Probably music is a lot like love which just happens and no logical reason can however answer all queries. For instance I cant say why is it that my mind is waded by your thoughts most of the time even if I try hard to drive it far away. Even if you ain't here, there's something .. i can feel it .. feel your presence... Is it that the logic i tried to attach has kept you far away from me .. I dont know ... Or may I probably can never feel love for the same goes with music and i failed feeling it ... Someday .. may be..
Quite often the feeling of detachment rises high inside for the feeling of not belonging to anyone precipitates on this mind. Haven't belonged to anyone I guess, not those who are the reason for my creation, nor friends nor those who tend to relate to this being closely .. its none again. Streaks of thoughts fly in and out from this body, as it lies calm on the mattress placed in the middle of a fairly rectangular, well lit room, with the fan circling round right above the eyes.. smiling on things that he sees .. its not allowed to let that go damp. Speaking to a doll, giving it a name, staring at it, hoping that it would respond ... for you dont.... and am growing numb .. the silence and detachment is killing I realize....
At times i feel we shouldnt have met ever for that triggers the feeling of longing of being together .. which again is possibly a myth .. yet most of the times its your small span;you had shared, is what keeps this being moving ... that longing .. tending to be with you for the rest of my span even after the physical extinction pulls on …
"...music is food for the soul", someone said on the stage as the pianist played the swan song in the piano concert, followed by some of Mozart pieces. Listening, feeling and comprehending are different things and equally complicated in case of music. I thought it would be simple!
They say a piece of music is composed on a skeleton of bars which are composed of beats. On these beats are arranged notes. Indian music would call it sa re ga ma pa dha ni ... yes sa is at the end forming an octave. The west would probably call it doh la mi so fa... Composers write music on staves.. a piece of music thus has silence, notes, tone, arranged on a stave! .. Aint it simple :) .. thought so.
Even decent efforts in trying to comprehend music of those great composers like Mozart, .. Saint Saens, sometimes leads to a deliberate failure. How do you feel it? Feel Music? Logically explaining it ain't possible always .. My mentor has tried that over a period of one year even then the beauty has not yet been translated in me. At this time I can pick notes, tell you what they are but when trying to map a piece of tune on to the tave is something that breaks off my thoughts. Seated close to the middle C I try comprehending what are the beats, trying to figure out a logical way of co-relating the various ingredients of music yet ... i fail to get that from inside. Will I have a sense of music? Can i feel the beauty ever ?? Or is it that I should try to put my logic down and rather focus on the aspect of feeling not questioning..
Probably music is a lot like love which just happens and no logical reason can however answer all queries. For instance I cant say why is it that my mind is waded by your thoughts most of the time even if I try hard to drive it far away. Even if you ain't here, there's something .. i can feel it .. feel your presence... Is it that the logic i tried to attach has kept you far away from me .. I dont know ... Or may I probably can never feel love for the same goes with music and i failed feeling it ... Someday .. may be..
Quite often the feeling of detachment rises high inside for the feeling of not belonging to anyone precipitates on this mind. Haven't belonged to anyone I guess, not those who are the reason for my creation, nor friends nor those who tend to relate to this being closely .. its none again. Streaks of thoughts fly in and out from this body, as it lies calm on the mattress placed in the middle of a fairly rectangular, well lit room, with the fan circling round right above the eyes.. smiling on things that he sees .. its not allowed to let that go damp. Speaking to a doll, giving it a name, staring at it, hoping that it would respond ... for you dont.... and am growing numb .. the silence and detachment is killing I realize....
At times i feel we shouldnt have met ever for that triggers the feeling of longing of being together .. which again is possibly a myth .. yet most of the times its your small span;you had shared, is what keeps this being moving ... that longing .. tending to be with you for the rest of my span even after the physical extinction pulls on …
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I dont know for whom u are such a beautiful secret admirer...Hoping u can speak out these words personally to her someday...
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