tralala... lalala...
You know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words?
Music is kinda like that.
Except music brings to mind many pictures. Music brings to mind pictures of places. Happy music brings to mind happy places… sometimes these places are memories and sometimes these places are a figment of our imagination… a utopia that music conjures or even the stereotypes of a place we’ve never been, but have heard of.
Music is like fanciful dreaming but with accompaniment and lots of emotion. Different instruments stir up different feelings and brings to mind different emotions. Each instrument is unique to a certain culture… and if the tune brings that emotive culture through that instrument… sometimes it doesn’t matter if you’ve never seen this place the culture originates from.
Maybe that’s why I like music so much. It’s like oxygen… if there wasn’t music in the world… I’d probably suffocate.
Like right now… listening to classical guitar… soft strumming that resonates years of emotive history and years of learning… sometimes playful, sometimes sad… but with a kind of candour and forwardness shown through the composer and the artiste that words can hardly begin to describe.
And in mind is I see the narrow streets of Venice, the quiet churches in the lost little corner piazzas. The stillness of purpose and peace as people slowly enter the church, in reverent calm. So much history behind those walls and in their culture. Its like stepping into another dimension, where time just stops… the echo of someone practising the organ … the shuffle of skirts as old ladies walk past the pews to the altar… the drip of water on still water, as parishioners dip their fingers in a bowl of holy water, before crossing themselves with a detachment, that seems as if they are communicating within, to Someone without. The coolness of the church, far from being eerie, seems like a haven of respite from the glare of the sun outside. The gruesome detail of martyrs depicted on the walls… no longer frightful, but a solemn encouragement to those who are persecuted today.
Music is fanciful. Let’s face it… it creates calm where there is not.. .and it can bring discord, where there is harmony. Music is so vital to my peace of mind.
some Verona, Italy pics...
posted by gossamerofcontradictions @ 9:48 PM
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