Symphony of Dreams

I sat alone as the concertmaster struck the familiar note. The resonance that followed consumed the entire empty room, and the utter perfection in the tone took me by surprise. I gladly embraced the rich sound of the tuning symphony. Even this was music to my ears-- but what purpose was there in tuning such perfect unity of pitch? And what was that peculiar absence of that common courtesy which should accompany this man's bow? These minor queries were very soon discarded, and then forgotten completely as the simple harmonies separated. They multiplied beyond comprehension, cascading into an illustrious, soaring melody! It was as if I had always known-- but nevermind that. Uplifting this glorious tune was an unmatched arrangement of simple, elegant chords firing off between sections. With the utmost brilliance, the brass fanfare launched the masterpiece into the stunning free fall, the absolute silence, just before-- and what WAS that repulsive noise? It had ruined my perfect stillness, completely foreign to that stage, yet eerily familiar and impossibly more tangible...

My vision flickers in the vaguely sunlit room. I sit alone: my only comfort afforded by the disconcerting demand emanating from my most alarming possession.

First post...

Well, I've jumped on the bandwagon that almost everyone seems to ride, nowadays. But I have almost no idea where I want this blog to go. Mostly, I guess, it's a place to put my runaway thoughts or ambiguous philosophies on life, or society, or probably something much less important. It's a refuge for dangerously over-analyzed ideas, ones that have been ricocheting inside my head for far too long. Or possibly a way to keep track of some scriptural insight that would otherwise hide away and fade gradually into the selfish realm of the forgotten, no longer accomplishing anything. Really, your guess is as good as mine until I have pondered long enough to begin to consider starting to compose my next post. But this post has wandered far and wide and begs for some semblance of sanity, so I'll end this first post with an original poem, my first and only poem (which may not actually reintroduce sanity into this post, in which case this blog is most likely hopeless). I would predict that the posting of original poems will be a relatively uncommon occurrence seeing as I am rarely a motivated poet. In fact, this poem originated as a chore, an assignment of sorts, and I was simply carried away on a burst of... inspiration.

Music

Nathan Burns

Quiet, subtle, inaudibly heard

Like the rustle of the wings of a bird-

Like a snake among the grass,

Fleeting, swift, passing fast-

Like incessant pounding on the seas,

Spraying, whirling with the salty breeze-

Music follows, it surrounds;

You must listen and embrace its sound.

Fiery, intense, passionate,

It’s the expressive song of sentiments-

The crying, sobbing, that you hear

When a person has lost someone dear-

The melody brimming with happiness

Of laughing children that radiate bliss-

It lingers, longing for detection;

Expose your mind to its affections.

Inspiring awe, glorious,

Its fragrance: depth and brilliance-

It’s the language that moves and stirs,

The essence of the heart without words-

Music is broken, a cold, thoughtless thing,

Until someone thoughtfully makes it sing.

Music flows through us and all around;

With it, let your heart resound.