Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Bach .. Thy Middle Name is Magic ~





The first rays of sunshine tickled her eyes,
 Bach’s Air was furtively heared, beautiful notes from under her pillow
Never was she delighted in being  so still, with her head tilted towards the Earth as if rejoicing in a subtle Heavenly music ..
As if Bach’s Air is enticing her to feel her way past the senses to capture the loud unplayed notes ,
For strings unleash their melodious cries and leave an everlasting echo of a second’s pause .. to catch a breath, to halt a motion, to release a sigh, to undo a frown ..
The pleasant soundless void is music to the soul ..
The faint dying remnants of a note .. Empathy in a silence never silenced .
It dwells in the heart of every note and reigns in a moment, unbridled
Ever so aching to tell a story .. Ever so craving to touch a heart ..


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