The symphony begins to force itself over the hand of the conductor, as if it was a republic seeking to overthrow its governing body. He now battles to find his craft in critique - to shape the music and tempo according to his genius. The sultry melody of self deception overwhelmed him as he began to dance while the curtains fell. As he becomes lost in the moment, he propels himself across the black and white floors with such grace. The waltz had never looked more fitting in a state of solitude. But as the music plays it sounds a note that resembles his most exquisite works, as true as the tone, as pure as the chord, he becomes one with it. As he takes hold of familiarity, he becomes infatuated with its vision that is reflected from the bright arrangement that once was. Under complete captivation, the audience begins to enter a realm where they can truly see and feel the music from its inception to its end. The sound, now, unites them as one. The conductor now makes his audience - the symphony. Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears - Rudyard Kipling
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 08:51:06 +0000