WITHIN THE SOUND OF SILENCE

--- A random series of events, posed with questions and a surreal answer.

The drums grew louder in its beats, befriending the guitar in a note that could now possibly enchant a dimly lit castle. The music allowed the mind to wander and float in a cloud of figment imagination. Along with characters like love and betrayal.

Trees bloomed often in thoughts and the eyes look more extraordinary, sometimes even exquisitely beautiful - etched in perfectly crafted sentiments.

The violin would stop every time she turned and looked back and a strand of soft hair fell strategically on her face, covering her eyes. 

And then the music changed to sudden tension - the violinist having a wonderful time with his agile hands, lifting the music to a level that was absolutely fantastic. He even shed a tear while coming back to the situation. 

Something horrible was going to happen.

Something that makes the music stop for a few seconds before the singer turns up her pitch, drums on the side. Everything happens in quick, rapid succession. Love is lost, friends deceive, mothers die, sisters cry at funerals, the bus hits you in the face, the bus hits the dog for its life, and you find yourself having a popsicle on a lonely bench, near a lonely riverside in a lonely world where you would find no one but you.

The saxophone pushes its air into your lungs while you sit at the table, having a glass of fine wine. The pianist sitting across, winks at you with affection. Because for once, you asked him to play his favourite song.

-- So what if he is late? He will be here anytime.

Someone starts singing a cover of 'The Fix' and all she hears is "And the odds that I got, were delicious". You wonder if the chandelier will drop in the tension of the song. And just then, he arrives.

The chandelier drops in his wait, crushing its crystals into lovely sharp delicateness all over the floor.

There is silence, there is love happening.

There are acoustic guitars with no strings attached.

The background is now full of saxophones and pianos and horse carriages by the sea

***

What if the songs of the sea had something to do with the orchestra or the bass?

What if they were songs for strolling, played on a cello waiting for its musician? 

***

The castle now has a predator or a soul. Its form isn’t clear.
It resembles summer, the bright sun and its rays. Plants grow in the veranda where once there lay moss, clinging to the cold cemented floor. The ceiling is decorated with delicate carvings of captivating, sultry figures.

The top floor of the large hall now arranges itself into an Opera balcony and you listen to the melody holding a book, ironically helping you understand the emotion. 

You flow with the emotion, meeting a song with thunderstorms and a rush of instruments you don’t recognise rings in your ears like a change in the altitude, a loud humming of the waves of the sea.
 

--- As Long As You Love me.. 

What if you don’t make it?

What if the world ends like yesterday? 

With anxiety comes love.

Love and a whole lotta love.

And when a thousand years pass by, maybe even an eternity;

Will there still be love, like the whole lotta love?

Everything swirls into a whirlpool,

And darkness comes to talk with you again,

Within the sound of silence ---