And thats when it happened...
The music was what drove us to that point, the point of the non-existant. Nothing was there around us, between us, apart from us. The cold set is, but wasn't noticed, no matter the force of the wind and the clash of the storm. At that moment the music drove us, we knew nothing else.
Treachery afoot, left, right, up, down, all around, all without a sound, nothing, but everything. The music made no noise, but was too loud for our ears, silent blows, and loud pauses. A cry without a sound and an earth shattering whisper, all came at once, for those excrutiatingly long but non-formal seconds.
Again the music played, drawing stars with the wind, my mind grew so numb. How could something so beautiful come from something so simple, it was all so impossible, yet could be solved so easy. Nothing made sense except that everything was clear. I breathed finally, had I forgotten...the one thing so simple so involuntary I do it upon no will...perhaps it was taken, my air straight from my lungs, my very conciousness swept out by the music.
This music was so tempting, so pure, yet laced with haste, something coming from all sides, yet paced so tenderly. Something always seemed to loom over, another owl, another fox? Perhaps its just the wind playing tricks on our minds, or maybe it is a preemptive struggle to end something so quickly it didn't start.
Every noise was an alarm, senses high strung, and ear pointing high, every leaf blown, every stars shine was heard during that cold night. Everything was dark, but was still too bright to hide without that sense of fear, slowly looming around the mind. It didn't matter at that point, the wind was a protection against the fear, the dark knew nothing, and the sounds were now irrevelant to the only sane things that seemed to be slowly going insane...
The music seemed so close, and it seemed to be felt so easily until realization dawned, and senses failed, as we found the music was ours, none was played, just made. The music wrapped us tight, and held us so close, dancing with each note, and singing with each breath. Oh now I see, so doesn't the world? Isn't is obvious? Or am I too shallow and the world to deep inside to actually hear the music played. But wouldn't that be insanity...?
Insanity to be deaf tone to the music played throughout every move, every breath, could one actually dream to live upon that situation, this world of already dead notes, slowly left behind in a gutter of non-existent...how could that be...could it be possible...no, yes, maybe?
My heart goes out to those who can not hear the music, who can not find the others matching the notes of their hearts, and may the music never die. Music is life, life is music, nothing seperate, nothing combined. A simple balance...a balance of existence...and nothingness...all dependent upon the note...
So the music played, I held none back, and neither did she, and the music played all night. Nothing broke apart even when our ways seperated by the fork in the road. I still hear the music, and play mine with full force. Goodnight sweet music...good night sweet wind...goodnight fair maiden...for whom the wind whistles within...
Treachery afoot, left, right, up, down, all around, all without a sound, nothing, but everything. The music made no noise, but was too loud for our ears, silent blows, and loud pauses. A cry without a sound and an earth shattering whisper, all came at once, for those excrutiatingly long but non-formal seconds.
Again the music played, drawing stars with the wind, my mind grew so numb. How could something so beautiful come from something so simple, it was all so impossible, yet could be solved so easy. Nothing made sense except that everything was clear. I breathed finally, had I forgotten...the one thing so simple so involuntary I do it upon no will...perhaps it was taken, my air straight from my lungs, my very conciousness swept out by the music.
This music was so tempting, so pure, yet laced with haste, something coming from all sides, yet paced so tenderly. Something always seemed to loom over, another owl, another fox? Perhaps its just the wind playing tricks on our minds, or maybe it is a preemptive struggle to end something so quickly it didn't start.
Every noise was an alarm, senses high strung, and ear pointing high, every leaf blown, every stars shine was heard during that cold night. Everything was dark, but was still too bright to hide without that sense of fear, slowly looming around the mind. It didn't matter at that point, the wind was a protection against the fear, the dark knew nothing, and the sounds were now irrevelant to the only sane things that seemed to be slowly going insane...
The music seemed so close, and it seemed to be felt so easily until realization dawned, and senses failed, as we found the music was ours, none was played, just made. The music wrapped us tight, and held us so close, dancing with each note, and singing with each breath. Oh now I see, so doesn't the world? Isn't is obvious? Or am I too shallow and the world to deep inside to actually hear the music played. But wouldn't that be insanity...?
Insanity to be deaf tone to the music played throughout every move, every breath, could one actually dream to live upon that situation, this world of already dead notes, slowly left behind in a gutter of non-existent...how could that be...could it be possible...no, yes, maybe?
My heart goes out to those who can not hear the music, who can not find the others matching the notes of their hearts, and may the music never die. Music is life, life is music, nothing seperate, nothing combined. A simple balance...a balance of existence...and nothingness...all dependent upon the note...
So the music played, I held none back, and neither did she, and the music played all night. Nothing broke apart even when our ways seperated by the fork in the road. I still hear the music, and play mine with full force. Goodnight sweet music...good night sweet wind...goodnight fair maiden...for whom the wind whistles within...