Here Music Writes.....
To
My Love,
Anywhere In This Planet
Hello Dear,
I know it is finally summer there in your place. The sun is shining rather brightly and its rays are gliding in gently through the window panes. Spells of shower are coming and going; sudden arrival of strong winds cannot be written off. I see that you are taking sips of tea, looking through the window and a mood is slowly kicking in.
Though moods are dimensionless and therefore very hard to measure, but they cannot be expressionless. Can moods be analog and follow a curve, go from up to down, then to up and then to down and so on? I believe moods can be like that. It can be graphical only if it is under my influence. I imagine myself to be an efficient engine that runs day in and day out, emits enough disturbances in the nature, those disturbances reach the human eardrums, shake some more biological parts, hit some of the inner chords, pierce through the heart and finally assimilate into the human system.
My enemy 'noise', too, has a similar effect on human souls. It stirs one up in the same way as I do; it can run a riot inside and the turmoil can be overwhelming. It can bring about imbalance, it can affect sleep, it can destroy mental peace, it can unsettle human nerves. It can damage thinking ability; it can diminish the intellectual power of human mind.
Rain drops, falling drop by drop on the window panes, in a certain pattern, is me personified - but if there is hailstorm, or a thunderstorm, or a twister in action, the sound is nothing but that of my enemy. A dog barking is 'noise' and so is an owl screeching. But a cuckoo humming or a even a bee buzzing is a sweet 'me'. So, in a sense, it is very much the intensity, the pitch, the degree and the angle that can tilt a sound from becoming one like me to becoming one like my foe.
Myself and noise have one other major contrast, and that is, the presence of pattern in one and the lack of it in another. A religious prayer is a suitable example of a pattern in motion. Be it spoken, or recited, or sung bunch of words - a hymn or a chant is often a cluster of patterns. No matter who utters a carol - it sounds very much like me after a certain while. A grammar or basic decorum is never present within my enemy.
At times I feel threatened, and that is precisely why I am writing to you! Something not in tune is one thing, but something that is not meant to be in tune is another thing. Something not in beats is passable, but something over-hyped in beats is lousy. I know your are my admirer. I know you have been with me for many years. I know you have learnt a lot from me and you keep on learning everyday from me. I know I am important to you and many like you. I know I am immortal. Then why do I feel unsafe? Why do I feel that I am fighting a lone battle with my enemy? Why am I being neglected often? Why am I eroding my originality? Can you answer? Can somebody else answer? Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of universality, keep me alive. Keep me alive in the form in which I am meant to be kept. I know I am still relevant. I know I am still melodious, and rhythmic, and acceptable and successful.
Yours faithfully
Music.
My Love,
Anywhere In This Planet
Hello Dear,
I know it is finally summer there in your place. The sun is shining rather brightly and its rays are gliding in gently through the window panes. Spells of shower are coming and going; sudden arrival of strong winds cannot be written off. I see that you are taking sips of tea, looking through the window and a mood is slowly kicking in.
Though moods are dimensionless and therefore very hard to measure, but they cannot be expressionless. Can moods be analog and follow a curve, go from up to down, then to up and then to down and so on? I believe moods can be like that. It can be graphical only if it is under my influence. I imagine myself to be an efficient engine that runs day in and day out, emits enough disturbances in the nature, those disturbances reach the human eardrums, shake some more biological parts, hit some of the inner chords, pierce through the heart and finally assimilate into the human system.
My enemy 'noise', too, has a similar effect on human souls. It stirs one up in the same way as I do; it can run a riot inside and the turmoil can be overwhelming. It can bring about imbalance, it can affect sleep, it can destroy mental peace, it can unsettle human nerves. It can damage thinking ability; it can diminish the intellectual power of human mind.
Rain drops, falling drop by drop on the window panes, in a certain pattern, is me personified - but if there is hailstorm, or a thunderstorm, or a twister in action, the sound is nothing but that of my enemy. A dog barking is 'noise' and so is an owl screeching. But a cuckoo humming or a even a bee buzzing is a sweet 'me'. So, in a sense, it is very much the intensity, the pitch, the degree and the angle that can tilt a sound from becoming one like me to becoming one like my foe.
Myself and noise have one other major contrast, and that is, the presence of pattern in one and the lack of it in another. A religious prayer is a suitable example of a pattern in motion. Be it spoken, or recited, or sung bunch of words - a hymn or a chant is often a cluster of patterns. No matter who utters a carol - it sounds very much like me after a certain while. A grammar or basic decorum is never present within my enemy.
At times I feel threatened, and that is precisely why I am writing to you! Something not in tune is one thing, but something that is not meant to be in tune is another thing. Something not in beats is passable, but something over-hyped in beats is lousy. I know your are my admirer. I know you have been with me for many years. I know you have learnt a lot from me and you keep on learning everyday from me. I know I am important to you and many like you. I know I am immortal. Then why do I feel unsafe? Why do I feel that I am fighting a lone battle with my enemy? Why am I being neglected often? Why am I eroding my originality? Can you answer? Can somebody else answer? Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of universality, keep me alive. Keep me alive in the form in which I am meant to be kept. I know I am still relevant. I know I am still melodious, and rhythmic, and acceptable and successful.
Yours faithfully
Music.
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