"Everyone must go crazy - as soon as possible"
His expression is cold. There is no doubt about that. A piece of wood, very well-decorated wood I must say. It is meticulously crafted, carefully calculated, rigorously designed, such that it can produce a combination of sound waves that gives comfort to the human ear. But it is wood after all. It sat on his legs, also having a very apathetic expression (A piece of wood has an expression?). He is in the spotlight too, slightly elevated. Clapping only produces sounds. The image of clapping is not regarded. Is it that unreasonable to acknowledge the supporters?
A wave of vibration sprung from the metal strings. The infinitely tiny bumps of the tail of a horse (I would not comment any further) hooked against the thin wire. It was as if the air itself is singing. The air itself sung a poignant tune. Patriotic? Oh no it was definitely not! What does being patriotic even mean? It means nothing nowadays. When even a person cannot be patriotic, the counterpart of the personification simply falls apart.
Who should interrupt this epic melody with such an idiotic topic of discussion? The tail continued to dance in between the wires. A waltz, a rondo, a minuet... It actually does not comply with any form of dance. A dance according to a format does not contain heart, and a dance not containing heart is hardly a dance. How simple. How delightfully simple.
It may seem that I am throwing a lot of questions at you today, but life is a question after all. So is music. Music is a question too. It questions the truth from the audience. It questions the brutality of humankind. Though repetitive of a few tones and semitones, the composition is brought to live. One can see the colours in a piece: Red? Blue? Yellow? Or even Cyan. It must be a mixture, though. A pure colour is too shallow. Music is colour to our ears, and no one likes to see monotone, bland pictures.
Oh, an allegro! Not really. The pace has been elevated. The music talks about the value of humanity. Nobody likes hearing the value, though. They have all kinds of method to escape from it. One of them is through music. However, music, rather ironically, tries to TELL you the value. It is crying it out loud. But they only stop at the waves. No message.
Too rational to enter the realm of music. Maybe humanity is just too rational. How can we escape from rationality? Well. I cannot answer you that. I am far too rational too. Come to think about it, you would be thinking too rationally if you are to think of how to go irrational.
The bow is put down again. Waves have vibrated our eardrums, but has music entered your ears?
