I see harmony in the lightning. And the pouring rain that by just looking at leaves me soaking wet. The sound of raindrops mixed with the soft and gentle, strong and confident piano''s voice.
This moment, this song, it''s perfect.
It''s inspiaring. It''s simply beautiful.
As I stand here by this window wearing nothing but my skin, I can feel the wetness of the rain and the heat of lightnings, and the rumble of thunder. The power of the storm consumes me.
I twist as the candles'' flamesq blown by a gentle wind.
A bird chips. Raindrops fall. Smoke raises. And the piano keeps whispering softly.
The wind touches my heels and I fall in the greenness of trees, grass, endless fields.
I am alone and free. I am the world.
Only I exist. here and now.
The Earth is indeed empty with souls, save one - mine.
Right now.
My fear and thought all are washed away; forgotten; calmed; healed.
My fingers twist as I pretend to play the piano; as I follow the music.
I close my eyes. I let my heart be consumed and filled with and by the music. I can hear every single sound. And then all sounds mix forming one homogenical substance, one tune composed of hundreds of sounds; of single tones which on their own are worthless and ugly.
And weak. And meaningless. And empty.
But all together form a powerfull tune that''s above all you can imagine.
Above us. above this world.
I fall in as I follow the melody...
I twist and turn. I jump and spin.
I stand and watch with my eyes still closed