It’s alive. You can feel it from that very first note, the beginning of it all, that breath before a torrent of emotions. It is clear in the air, and in this enclosed room, you can almost see it, its shape definite yet at the same time without boundary.
The wave of notes that follow fill you up with warmth in every point of your body. The life and soul of the music that is now inside you mixes with that which is already yours, and you are at one with it. It is like a child- innocent, playful and inquisitive. It wants to be loved, and as it caresses you softly, beckoning to you soulfully, you cannot help but give in to it.
As you let the music take over you, you are stripped of all that is impure. Naked, you enter a world that is one of the few left untouched. Here, music is everyone and everything. It is that breath of fresh air, it is that cool breeze, that soft grass in a never-ending meadow of beauty. Here, it is innocence. It is love. Peace. Harmony.
The music has a story to tell, and it wants you to hear it. It sits you down and tells you all that it knows. It laughs at the humorous parts, its laughter sweet and melodic to your ears. It cries when it’s sad, the tears big and heartbreaking. All it wants is to share all it has with you, to sympathize with you, to comfort you.
Music is a force stronger and more pure than anything else in the world when it is loved and allowed to love. When it is ignored, however, it is weak and helpless. A child in need of its mother’s attention, a plant in need of the sun. It cannot grow without love.
When, finally, the story reaches its end, you wake up as if from a dream. You remember glimpses of what happened in this other world, yet you cannot grasp them in your mind. The feeling is like catching a lost memory- the harder you search for it, the further away it will get from you. It cannot be forced. It can only be reached through total surrender of mind and soul.
