Music
They say that pain resonates in music. That music is the only worthy receptacle for feelings as intense as the pain of abandonment and neglect. That the greatest artists knew the most pain.
When the light shines down on the stage, illuminating a solid circle of eerie radiance, silence descends upon the room. It was like the rest of the world was tucked away in a neat blackness, unable to penetrate the serene silence before a performance. Most performers say afterwards that a divine calmness descends upon them before they step on stage- that all worries and fears are sculpted away in those silent moments.
But today, she was playing for a scholarship that would take her through a degree at the Conservatorium of Music. The Conservatorium …show more content…
Her sisters and mother always glanced backwards and forwards, hoping desperately, she knew, that she would not one day explode her passion and intensity and musical talent all over the dining room table. She didn’t, of course. So his mutterings continues. What would she become, another drug addicted, homeless, good-for-nothing street walker who one had a dream of becoming a …show more content…
When they took her to the piano instructor for the first time, all she wanted was to be excellent, as they told her to be. But when extra-curricular faded in significance in the mind of her father, she was already too addicted to the rhythmic bliss that encompassed her entire being when she played.
Her parents used to drive her to piano lessons together, they waited together in the darkness of the car, quietly talking of simple things, eating snacks and laughing at jokes she never found funny… Then her father had stopped endorsing her musical inclinations altogether. So after that, only her mother came, still optimistic despite the glaringly obvious absence of her father. They saved the snacks for after the lessons to share.
Building up to the climax of her piece, she pushed her shoulders back, fiercely tapping into the reserves of anguish and isolation which chipped away at her, leaving her with a void of tumbling emptiness inside the pit of her stomach. Music was not about the easy emotions, about calmness and sunny fields. It was about the ferocity which words could never explain, about the intensity which would otherwise never be shared. It was the most succinct form of communication- one person’s experience, translated directly into surges of dopamine erupting in goose bumps blossoming underneath the
They say that pain resonates in music. That music is the only worthy receptacle for feelings as intense as the pain of abandonment and neglect. That the greatest artists knew the most pain.
When the light shines down on the stage, illuminating a solid circle of eerie radiance, silence descends upon the room. It was like the rest of the world was tucked away in a neat blackness, unable to penetrate the serene silence before a performance. Most performers say afterwards that a divine calmness descends upon them before they step on stage- that all worries and fears are sculpted away in those silent moments.
But today, she was playing for a scholarship that would take her through a degree at the Conservatorium of Music. The Conservatorium …show more content…
Her sisters and mother always glanced backwards and forwards, hoping desperately, she knew, that she would not one day explode her passion and intensity and musical talent all over the dining room table. She didn’t, of course. So his mutterings continues. What would she become, another drug addicted, homeless, good-for-nothing street walker who one had a dream of becoming a …show more content…
When they took her to the piano instructor for the first time, all she wanted was to be excellent, as they told her to be. But when extra-curricular faded in significance in the mind of her father, she was already too addicted to the rhythmic bliss that encompassed her entire being when she played.
Her parents used to drive her to piano lessons together, they waited together in the darkness of the car, quietly talking of simple things, eating snacks and laughing at jokes she never found funny… Then her father had stopped endorsing her musical inclinations altogether. So after that, only her mother came, still optimistic despite the glaringly obvious absence of her father. They saved the snacks for after the lessons to share.
Building up to the climax of her piece, she pushed her shoulders back, fiercely tapping into the reserves of anguish and isolation which chipped away at her, leaving her with a void of tumbling emptiness inside the pit of her stomach. Music was not about the easy emotions, about calmness and sunny fields. It was about the ferocity which words could never explain, about the intensity which would otherwise never be shared. It was the most succinct form of communication- one person’s experience, translated directly into surges of dopamine erupting in goose bumps blossoming underneath the