A one-liner about self
It stopped. Yet again. A cursory tiptoeing lead to another halt. And the magic whirling in the air lingered momentarily. The prancing fingertips brushed a key, kissed the smooth edge of another and rested on an F minor. The clinking notes suddenly melted into an elastic chain woven by a tender stroke of the bow on the strings..the viola had woken up. A stream of lilting melody, ranging from high pitched shriek to muffled groan, came flowing as the slender stick scurried to and fro on its neck. All of a sudden the lonely sound of strings met with an ostentatious belching of bold tune from the hollow core of the glamorous piano. Together, they danced in the space in between and wallowed in the wide spectrum of pitch and intensity laid across the octaves.
Where was it surging from? Many a heads turned and eyes squinted in search of the source of a spooky note that filled the auditorium. Soon it started reverberating with the choked clamour and an intermittent squeaking din. Hearts were beating faster. Curled eyebrows gave away the anticipation veiled with cynicism. Expectation for the unexpected was piling up. It was then that the electronic orchestra welcomed the intrusion of the baritone chello. A sullen tune captured a beautiful pensive moment painted with glorious rhapsody of pain. Just as everyone started feeling the wave of emotions knock on the closed door of heart, it slammed open with a bashing screech erupted from the bow. It was maniacal, moving frenzied on the strings, hitting hard on the neck. It was bizarre. Indescribable and awkward at the very least. It was indubitably, appallingly, inevitably captivating.
The piano sang first. Then joined the clarinet. Echoed in unison. Then I was lost..in an abysmal euphoria. The unchained rapture swirled through my numbness and cast a spell on my soul. I closed my eyes, and let it set in. The twittering sweetness of the piano hand in hand with the deep, mellow timbre of the clarinet strolled down to my ears, harped the chords of my resting heart and brain and slowly diffused in my blood. My senses, occasionally jaded by vapid banality of every passing day, suddenly woke up and soared high. The altissimo marked the beginning of the wonderful journey of a wild wandering mind into the realm of profound ecstasy.