Five-Hundred Word Challenge 262: Writing About Music

A swirl of sound is rolling around in my ears, penetrating into my mind to provide imagery and forms of emotions that are as primitive as they are sophisticated, delicate yet strong and rather simple in their genius.

Sound is travelling, activating signals in my mind to tell me that it is pleasing to listen to at this given moment in time in order to ensure that it is music that I am able to enjoy.

The sparse atoms between the speakers in my ears and the bones in my ears do what they need to in order to make sure that the bones are reached and able to vibrate in order to translate the waves into something that is audible.

The music rises and falls with the tide of the song that it currently inhabits, expanding and contracting as wide and thin as it feels the need to be at any given time, opening horizons to possibilities that are usually left behind closed doors without a key that can be held with the body.

Music is travelling, still, motionless, yet expanding outward and pushing inward, faster than what could normally be achieved outside of the self, creating landscapes as it tears down old ones, taking us on a journey through as much of the known as it does into the unknown.

Space is found between each instrument, allowing each other to create the atmosphere together until it needs to overwhelm and put us into a position where it will wash not only over us, but through us, passing through and letting us become something akin to being one with the music. Never quite together, but there in a unison that suggests a combined togetherness in that given moment of time where we are able to move away from the plane of what it is that immediately surrounds us.

Music allows us the ability to traverse that which we normally couldn’t. It can hurt and harm us, as well as cradle us and help us stand tall. There is an understanding and a reaching out to something within that is difficult to express at the best of times, as well as allows us to communicate if we have difficulty with expressing our thoughts using other means that are available to us.

I’ve heard music described as being the closest we’ve ever come to expressing the inexpressible. Perhaps this is what music allows. Perhaps it allows us to better understand ourselves when we’ve run out of other methods.

Music certainly has a way of find us at the times when it may just touch us the most. There is a lot of it out there that one has to wade through, but it almost always seems as though that when something great is happening, it is there alongside us, preparing to hit the hardest that it needs to hit in order to form a resonance stronger than what one would usually feel when they listen to music on a regular day.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:34:10

Not sure what I was doing with this bit of writing.
It certainly started much stronger than it finished, but I do not think that the end was weak.

Written at work.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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