Love is a Classical Symphony ~

  Music is a lot like Love. This may seem like a pretty cheesy statement, perhaps because most of people would assume beauty like a common ground. It is, but it's not the sole denominator ..
In the midst of one of my day-dreaming compulsory sessions that populate my weekly travels, I get a lot of random ideas, some are frivolous, others are somewhat legitimate .. 
Anyway, I think I was listening to some Mendelssohn when, out of nowhere, this idea popped into my head; Music, specifically a Classical symphony is a lot like Love ..in its rhythms, variations and alternations .. 

When in love, at the very start, everything happens inexplicably quickly .. That spark, that rush, emotions building up at the pit of the stomach, racing up towards the heart in a pace unknown to Man .. Those emotions that get pounded and infused inside the veins running inside those vital tubes and reaching finger-tips.. That initial spark works its magic and human being here asks: "When did this happen to me ?" 
It happens so swiftly, as swift as the first movement of a Classical symphony: Allegro. 
Hearts pounding, limbs shivering, mild fever going up and down the body, operating in a beautiful synchronism with the crazy fast tempo of an Allegro movement .. Musicians sweating over quick and continuous sounds like two lovers overwhelmed by the excited, once regular beats of their own hearts. 

The second movement of a Classical symphony is an Adagio. 
After that sweet wave of new feelings, after that fast and melodious cardiac dance, lovers begin to slowly settle in .. 
This stage is marked by beautiful familiarity, hearts start to ease each other into one another, they start to confide and word their insides in an utmost serenity .. hands gliding into one another, warmth slowly forming in their midst, two beings savoring the beauty of the moment, wishing to expand the life of it, wishing to stretch seconds into an eternity 
.. Like the spell of a heart-warming Adagio, the two previously-new lovers, unknowingly engage in a internal slow dance, and the heart whispers:"I know you now, and I don't want this to end.."

And if we "don't want this to end", the human heart unawaringly, starts to feast on each love-episode. A lover hopes that seconds multiply amid the romantic maze, that excitement lingers .. A lover, like a Scherzo movement, lives, feels and celebrates Love. Music inhabits the soul and ushers it to evolve .. touched by music, smeared by music, it progresses through music to reach Music .. It becomes the journey and the destination; to feel something, to reach it, and to still want to persue it, that is the ultimate celebration of Love .. 
Two lovers, extending a Scherzo dance, rejoicing in rhythmic living, wallowing in musical celebratory beats that know no end .. 

The last movement of a Classical symphony is an Allegro again. There is a return to the beginning, a new sort of beginning .. It's no longer that quick-paced rush of new feelings, it's the odd and sad impression that days burn out ever so swiftly ..that the longevity of shared moments is never enough, even if we celebrate each day, savor each sunset, feast on every rosy afternoon, get drunk on each blue moon, or honey-colored sunrise, we can't help but feel the brevity of days in the company of loved ones, days that go by in Allegro just like the last movement of a Classical symphony .. 
What remains is the pile of memories that we create, mental images that extend the lives of past days with a power that defeats the Allegro patterns that govern our earthly stay ..