A flower may shrivel in the darkness, but it is only night that makes it wither. Come another day and it will smile again; not with the same youth, but with crinkles of wisdom that it never had.

The Song

Once in a while, you find a song which speaks to you, controls you, and takes possession to such a level that you are the embodiment of the rhythm. Your heart beats to the drums; the sound of her voice guides the blood in your veins, and the neurons inside your head fire with each pluck of a guitar string. That is when the lyrics don’t matter anymore, notes don’t matter anymore, because then, everything is far beyond explanation.
I was on a boat. The stage disappeared, the deafening crowd disappeared. What remained was sound, filling me from within, as if it was in my head, but as real as my skin. Dark clouds swirled and the water beneath the boat was shaking. Hot blood rushed from my heart to my neck, my arms, and my feet; till it filled me with restlessness. Great waves rose and shook the boat with vigor; the torment in my head was somehow mirrored by the water. Clouds overhead roared as if Zeus himself was the drummer, they twisted and danced with the music, teased me, scared me. I was at their mercy, begging for absolution.
The music hit a quiet note. A Cold breeze blew with little droplets of rain as the keyboard hit soft G- flats. The waves died down. Only vibrating to the guitar, tiny whispers of her voice calmed my ears. She seemed so innocent, yet so deceitful. Maybe she sensed my betrayal. I could only imagine her fiery gaze before she grew silent. The silence was eerie; I prayed for the chaos, I prayed for the noise to dissolve me into itself.
My heart grew tight once again. The music was rising; first the guitar, then the drums, then her voice, all blended in such perfect elegance. A wave was coming, I could see it, and I could feel it build up. As darker clouds neared the boat, the water was restless far away. Roar of the wind deafened my ears before I could blink. The wind took me with it. Sometimes left, sometimes right. Little hailstones gave comfort to my burning body while a giant rose with the swelling voice, the drum gave it ripples, the guitar gave it character. I stood up to face it. I welcomed it. Swallowed my boat and me with it, took away my burn and me with it. I was deep in water, in its calmness. There was chaos overhead but I did not care. I had found peace as I drifted deeper and the sounds kept fading away.