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{ Lost in the sound… }
lost in space
He knew that he was making marvels. He had never seen before so much people
gathered together in one place doing the same thing- dancing. He could not understand
what was so incredible in that sound but he felt the total influence on that
people. He knew that the music was making them feel conscious and free. Was
it releasing their spirits? Why couldn't he feel the same thrill? He was the
maker but he had never put himself in their shoes. He hadn't felt the music
as a remedy, he looked at it as a way to express his feelings but he didn't
know that he was curing the souls of these people, infected by the sins of materialism.
They needed something, which could reach the depths of their consciousness and
break the shackles of all terrestrial. He was that "something". His
music was a stream of imagined rays getting deeper and deeper in the awareness
of those men and elated their feelings. He shook his head and looked around-it
was his hour, a moment of pushing the limits, the limits that all these dancing
people around had surmounted…
Everything was over- no people, no sound, no lights, no graphics. Only the rubbish
left by the dancers. He sat on the stairs and looked at the empty space in front
of him. He was almost drowsed when he heard a sound. He opened his eyes with
the awareness of awaken man and saw dazzling bluish light. He felt he was flying
and saw himself above the light. He felt that the sound was infusing in his
brain and he found himself in some kind of a tunnel full of nimbus. He knew
that all was a dream but his eyes were widely opened, he was hearing the sound…His
sound, the sound of his music. Then he understood- he was flying in his own
masterpieces, he was just like those dancing people. Wasn't it his wish? It
was happening, he felt cured, he felt the magic power of the music, he felt
lost in sound.
by Freaky | email
2000-15-12