Sunday, April 18, 2010
fear of music.

Music born in a side of the world,
other citizens only heard of.
yet its encircling melody binds,
hearts of millions.

how, such simple string of words
and pitch could direct such a play.

in this city, I saw myself in the mist
of its witty rhythm.
in this city, we saw ourselves buried
in the warm sands of them harmony.
in this city, we long to connect through
the familiarity of this shared music.
maybe, that song can once more work its magic.


and we all know that familiarity will breed
emotions.
emotions they breed, as one may well know,
aren't too soft for our hearts to join in its festive.
harsh, harsh.
we all know the tormenting nature of this familiarity.

yet, its soothing voice strokes me gently
with its faithful ambiance.
how my heart melts when we started to listen.
no,
how our hearts melt when we started to listen.


how the situation differs from the time of them music.
the time when the camera flashed white exuberance.
how our hearts were beating to the thrill of the music.
the time when we were watching the breathless, serene scenery
of the flowing river while greeting to grace the sonic motions
of the dedicated ships.


Music, so bitter and cold, so lush and tranquil.

♥/LiterallyTom/3:23 AM