Noise

A world awakening

Thomas closed his eyes and let the music pulse through his body. He couldn't hear the words, the melody, the harmony, or the down beat, but he could feel the music. The vibrations from the massive amplifier he sat on started in his chest and resonated through the rest of his body like ripples on a pond. With his eyes closed, he could see colors that would pulse along with the beat, changing with each note, and he knew, if he tried hard enough, he could touch the sounds that were all around him and just out of reach. It was only in these moments, that Thomas felt normal. They were few and far between since they only happened when he was home alone and no one could tell him to turn down the music.

Music.

It was the only thing from the hearing world he felt he could ever understand. A person laughing, a dog barking, a gunshot, things he had seen but never heard; Sounds that meant nothing to him. But music was an expression of the soul. People create it only because they have no other way to say what they really mean and what they feel. And boy, could he feel it. The anger, the hurt, the happiness, all of it was produced through the vibrations. It was real.

Author's Note

I don't really like it, but since I never delete what I write, I guess it's what you're getting.

Reviews

[Solst Rapture]

I'm glad to have been given it. It's a very good example of your prose and a lovely little story too. It assume it was a creative writing exercise? I'm due to start my creative writing course and if I manage to write in a way that makes my readers feel as fresh and alive as you did, I'll be very happy with myself.

I'm pleased to have come across you.

Thanks to Samuel Dickens.

[Samuel Dickens]

Sensations Mr Beethoven would've been familiar with. Thanks for sharing. Sam