I’ve decided to work this whole week on writing. Mostly I hope to find something that I can use for an Afrikaans short story competition. This is some of what I’ve written today:
How do you translate music into words?
I will try:
Mysterious. Whimsical. Murderers. Killing my heart with notes. Notes stamped into my mind. My fingers following the notes on the imaginary piano. Determined to be heard. Determined not to be forgotten.
Coaxing you to feel despair, happiness, heart break, anger and nonchalance all at the same time. To be in love for the first time… that is how music speaks to me.
If only we could share what we’re thinking or feeling when listening to music…
To be forever trapped in a door-less tower. Playing with instinct and love and fear. Like two lovers learning of each other’s existence for the very first time.
I’m listening to the soundtrack of The Piano. Jodie Foster plays the character that is deaf and can’t talk. She communicates through her music; by playing the piano.
The fear of never being discovered. Living without a purpose and just disappearing into the night (Do not go gentle into that goodnight – Dylan Thomas)
That is my biggest fear.
Do we risk it? Or forever remain silent?