The note that plays in laid movement a sonata conceive by pure yet cold season frost the breath of the rhythm, causing the heart of somebody to freeze and go numb. Even if the song is played with skills but the music is empty how sad, it is to keep it on tuning it is better to let the bird do the singing. For it is a very long piece that has classical patterns for when you are in anguish , it felt like the time is not moving but the pain keep on going deep within you. It is like digging the pit of endless coldness. For the thing where everything overflows has been stagnant and fixed. Catching the flake with your mouth for the song that you have written died before it reached your throat. As the contact is warm enough to melt inside your mouth, fingers that help you to play the melody has been unshakable and refused to touch that sonata again. You started to miss the joy of those moments where you can freely dance as you listen to yourself has been swallowed by the frozen season.
Remind yourself to stop before the numbness overtakes you. You are in agony for the silent pressure had been covered by an avalanche of weakness and comparison. That even how hard the burden is you can no longer feel how heavy it is. You keep on walking lamely dragging the noise that destroys the peace inside you. Parody happens when you pressed the wrong key and messed up the whole piece. Your inner self might have said that you have to keep playing or walk out and let the song finish itself. Depending on the presence of impurities you have brought on your own. Like the ice that is transparent enough for you the see your image in that frozen water.
It is like a piece of tale that is broken in the middle where the plot and climax are supposed to be perfect but had your disappointed. Let me tell you a story that shows how the sonata almost became that cold season.
There was an orphan that lives beyond the river and her name is Melody she loves to listen to her voice as it echoes around that place. She would bath by the river while singing with an unskilled voice even the plants around her want to cover their ears if they had. Until one snowy day a man that got lost at that river heard her and claps his hand in the end of her song. Melody felt happy for the first time someone was there to hear her sing. She crossed the river that is leveled to her waist and asks the man what he is doing there. The man answered ...
“I am in a winter vacation with my family from the house before this river... I was taking a walk when I heard a voice that can break my eardrum as I get closer.”
...He answered while laughing. The two of them became friends and would stay at the river singing song that they both know. Red would always bring with him his violin and would sync the song of Melody. They enjoyed being with each other’s company no matter how cold the weather is, because for them it is warm enough to sing with each other. Until one day Melody waited for Red the whole day but he never came. The next day Red was there and was already playing the instrument with heartfelt music. Melody shouts out his name to catch his attention. He crosses the river to get near her and to bid goodbye for it is his last day. When a mass amount of snow had started to fall and had caused the river to freeze solid.
Until now the sonata beyond the river is trapped beneath it. For the river the flows and run deep has been swallowed by the snow. But one thing is for sure the song that was shared and recorded by the river had let the river to keep on going with the flow and had loved the voice of melody that echoed from the distance. For even the swallowed river loved the sonata that sink under it.
For if you let yourself be deaf by the broken music you will able to discern what the best thing to do right now. Yet the real and hard way to go through the drama of life, is to feel the pain not loving the pain! No one survived without going through it. It is okay to be numb sometimes! Surely you will not stay on that ice forever, because whether you like it or not ?Someone will soon come and melt that ice out of that broken piece of you. Someone will continue the song that you used to play. Somebody will fix those black keys that grown inside you, because like the river soon that ice will again turn to water.
Give yourself time to arrange those notes and jot it on blank sheets, Let that sheets have a lot of erasures, for it is normal to make mistake as long as you have catch how to do it right next time. Yes it is hard to be back from square one, it is fine just take your time! Overcome the fear that you might press the wrong key again, worry not because even if you do? You already figured out how to synchronize and save the song! Be bold enough to compose and sing once again for life never stop even by going through a loud tune and wrong rhythm. Enjoy composing your thought fill in the lyrics that fit the listeners not your own taste, for that song is no longer for you. It is for someone else! Select the right instruments for the right atmosphere even if the season had become cold make it warm with your melody and be surprised when everyone sway with you. After all it is not impossible to know the perfect harmony especially when you let your heart play the sonata that fit the season!