The World of Song

It is far from silent. The chatter of the happy lunch-goers is everywhere, filling every space. But, here the sound is muffles. Through one door, then another the world is not cut off, but it is softened. The harshness has turned to a comforting hum to keep out the silence.


Here, I can hear my thoughts. However, I did not come here to think. I came to sing. I plunk a note on the piano. It is out of tune, but I don't mind. It is enough to remind me why I feel so at peace in this room. I am alone with my music. I am able to sing as loudly as I want, and put all my emotions into the music.


Songs of every type fill my head. I hear ballads and rock, top-of-the charts pop and ancient folk music. They swirl around in my mind creating a beautiful symphony that will never be able to be heard in reality. With these beautiful sounds in my mind, I feel as though I can reach the highest star. The physical world is thrown away when music takes over and my thoughts become all that is real to me.

I sing in French today. The words I sing are unknown to me, but the meaning of them can be felt through the way the notes lift and fall on the page before me. I can feel beauty that the song is written about, though neither English nor French would ever be able to accurately describe it in words. Some things can only be accomplished in music.

My duet partner joins me after a short while. The world I created with my music falls apart for an instant. I don't feel as though I left anything behind though, as we are about to create another world with our song together. This world will be even better, as it will also have harmonies.

Middle of the Night

I love the silence of the night.

At first, the only thing I can hear is silence. It is beautiful. Free of the noises of the day, thoughts can run free in the night. Then, I come to notice the humming of the vent beside my feet. I hear the blinds swaying and rustling from the draft passing by, and the creak of the bed as my sister turns over in her sleep. I wonder about what she is dreaming.

Sitting at my computer, I can hear the sounds of my fingers on the keyboard and the click of my faithful computer mouse. How nice it is to let my fingers channel into written words what I can not usually say. My little dog reminds me of her presence when she sighs a sleepy sigh. It is a gentle sound; it comforts my restless soul. The wind whistles outside, reminding me of how nice and warm this house is.

The chair creaks. I hear a car zoom by. I imagine a scenario that explains the reason for the passengers of the car to be in such a hurry in the middle of the night. I am envious. It would be nice to be able to just drive away and escape like that. I will find somewhere for me to escape to eventually.

I look at the clock. It reads 2:24. Everyone around me is surely asleep. I realize that my leg is asleep as well. How long have I been sitting here? The silence blankets over me once again. I yawn. Perhaps it is time for me to join the others in the world of dreams.