The sound of music

My days are not rough, and certainly not stressful. I sleep for 15 hours sometimes and eat in the rain like the happiest man in the world. Then why do I need music to soothe me?

The answer lies in my psychology and sorrow. I shall not bore myself with the details of those. Much has been written about that unhappy topic in the depths of my most personal diaries. And I’ll never let a living soul (except me) to read them.

So lets brush aside the reasons for my listening to the ‘flow of music’. And instead, lets ponder over the beauties of the brilliantly flowing, meandering music. And since I’m listening to Backstreet boys , lets think about them. What i like the most, is that there is a song for each mood. And sometimes a song exactly suited to convert excruciating mental pains into free- flowing sorrowful rivers brimming with crystals of melted melody. Oh yeah, look how beautifully I write! But that’s not my hand that is typing , it’s my heart that converts the musical melody into into words that flow spontaneously out of my finger tips.

The song that touches my heart the most is of course ‘Shape of my heart’.I don’t care much about the lyrics. What it says, what it means is unimportant. What music that comes out, the dance that the air around me goes into, is all that matters. All this makes Ears, god’s greatest gifts to music-lovers like me. (though I’d still think of eyes as his best creation).

It strikes straight into the heart. Music is the most accurate bullet , that pierces the heart , and yet keeps it intact , to be pierced again with a new music. Its like the best sex u ever have. And though it hurts, u want it even more the next day. And these musicians, i don’t know how they get this ability to play with your heart. This makes them the true world conquerors. Kings, dictators, can only enslave people’s bodies. Musicians enslave our heart, and we never grumble over this slavery. We love it more. We want it more. When i bask in music, sometimes i forget that i am alive. I forget what i have, what i am, and keep rolling in that musical glory, until some asshole knocks at my door or walks with loud steps outside.

Music , ah music. And the kind of music I listen to the most is hardly surprising---romantic. I might try to hate girls as much as i can, but i cannot deny----i feel incomplete; and listening to romantic music ,in some way , unconsciously , is a losing attempt to complete myself. Oh , am i going into ridiculous philosophies now?Let me stop right here. And on a dreamy tune, let me conclude this chapter on Music.

Quite aptly, the song I’m listening to right now is ‘Quit playing games with my heart’.