Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Her Music

I watched her fingers play in perfect rhythm, dip, brush, and caress the keys of the piano as if it were a new born child. Ah my, what graceful movement of those long, divinely sculpted fingers that somehow held the key to a certain rarely experienced ecstasy! When she played, it was as if air, water, and fire seethed in anger and gushed at you, overpowering the hapless observer that one is. And yet there was that newly found peace and calm at the heart of it. Wasn’t her music beautiful for the irony that it presented with such ease?


My words seem to shiver in shame for their inability to duly describe that lingering sadness and the hum of a smiling music, unified in a moment. The force, a strangely magnetic one at that, stripped me of the human resistance I possessed and drew me fiercely, that I could go fall at her feet and slowly look up at her face. I did fall and I did see a face; a face that glowed with an unearthly serenity, a pair of grey eyes that defied the word beauty of its worth. I also saw that all that those soft eyes perceived was a screen of perfect black when her music produced a riot of colorful dreams.

15 comments:

Krish said...

"I also saw that all that those soft eyes perceived was a screen of perfect black when her music produced a riot of colorful dreams."- Loved this one!..Kudos!

sethuraman.atisivan said...

Your ability to convey a diminutive matter with such a beautiful expression is worth a huge applause.

Parvati said...

Beautiful.

Anonymous said...

wow

Harish said...

How much more poetic can you get?
I wish I could write as beautifully as you :-)

Kavi said...

Music is a riot of colours. At times is nothing but black and white !

Well written. As usual !

Anupama Viswanathan said...

Hi all,
Thanks a ton for your kind words! :)

Krishnakumar said...

Beautifully Written :)
Loved this post :)

Vikas said...

Divine =D>

Anonymous said...

A Blind Musician. A Poetic image isn't it? Sometimes it occurs to me that the rest of us are just the opposite. We can see, but we don't enjoy. Nor do we please. I feel they see a lot more things, just because they don't have eyes.

Anupama Viswanathan said...

KK and Vikas, thanks! :)

Manoj, can't agree with you more! :)

Sriram C S said...

Poignant twist! :)

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bansuri said...

Oh! Beautiful!! :)