I whisked away the beat of my six tuned feet and met the comfort of my bed. Sounds are wandering about in my head again and I'm not so sure who to listen to anymore. They've always told me to get a grip and silence whatever makes an absurd sound but I don't think it will ever be possible for me to stay silent and hold my ground. What is an absurd sound? I have no idea. Maybe it's because I think all sounds are absurd, but I like it that way. Absurd sounds tell stories and stories make me oblivious that reality is overpowering the fantasy I always dream about.
And then, there's music. The only sound that holds my ground. The only sound that makes me stay. The only sound that makes me sane. The only sound that rejects absurdness and insanity, only to be realized that the music itself is definitely made from insanity and absurdness by the composer himself. What can we say? Something beautiful comes from something ludicrous.
It's days like these that Ludwig van Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor "Fate", Op. 67, 1808 sweeps me away like a common knight sweeps away his damsel in distress. The insanity of it all, yet it makes me so calm. Thy opus speaks to me like a baby speaks to her mother: No words but exceptional meaning. I feel as though I am being cradled to my sanity and everything falls into place once more.
This has been, yet again, the magical power of music moving my stillness, strumming my rib cage, tingling every vessel and flowing through my veins.
The masterpiece ends.
I race myself to greet the world, ready to be battled, bruised and beaten, only to find out that my own madness strikes me again. So I sweep away in fear and let Mozart take me away.
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