Bottomless Pit of the Mind Storm

Musical Genius

A/N

So I started writing this for a contest but i didn't finish in time. So as you can see I kept writing it nevertheless and it turned into something really weird. 

NOW THEN, I challenge every reader to play a song in your head(preferably a long piano arrangement) while reading this. It fits the bill. If you don't, then its time to use use your imagination! This chapter is extremely reliant on the reader's imagination to have the best effect, or you can go to dreamland(you'll understand once you read it). 

Constructive criticism is appreciated:3

Anyways, happy reading!

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When the world has dulled and hollowed, what will fill the void of emptiness? Since the day I was born, nothing could ever fill the gaps that make me feel complete whether it be in my heart or soul. Life was repeating madness day after day. Each sound familiar, each sight known, every event predictable. Such is the fate of being human. We are all inevitably the same.

One thing can change unexpectedly and become something original, and that would be our ever expressive mind. Each mind has grown in it's own way conjuring up radical or offset ideas that could only be made in the mind of that single person. It is impossible to truly know what is inside another's mind.

The soul goes hand in hand with the mind making it equally unique to each person. Each feeling and characteristics are all built on the soul's foundation. How and if people express the mind and soul however is up to the individual. Most times, they are not expressed at all thus making the world a mundane place of repetition with no end in sight.

And why is that the mind and soul are not expressed at all? Fear of exposure. Fear of the world seeing who one really is. Once it's out, there's no hiding it. Once one's mind and soul reach the ones who see, hear, or feel it, they are free to do what they please with it. It takes a certain amount of courage to stand in the light and throw all of oneself out there, and also to keep standing.

In a never ending search for something more, I could roam the entire Earth and walk with my head towards the sky all to just come to the same place in the end with nothing. I could walk forever, or I could walk to the place of sound, of filled silence. To where the musicians play on the stage of gold for everyone to hear.

Sitting in the empty conservatory, I just stare at the golden stage, the black piano, the ivory keys, in all their glory. The sound of silence is the only thing that fills this empty room, that is until a tall, bright silhouette moved the piano bench.

They shifted on the bench for a few seconds, earning a dissatisfied expression from me. They tested a D, then an F, and so they stopped for a few moments. I heard them take a slow breath and place their hands lightly on the keys.

A slow, solemn melody took hold putting my mind into a dreamscape full of blue tinted clouds and a glass floor with no end in sight. Various bright colors flooded my dreamscape.

The melody began to dance around as the harmony lifted it up in a minor key.

A lonely wisp of light found itself in an overgrown stone building. Light filtered in through the broken open window by the wooden door creating a green, ambient atmosphere. The sound of a soft breeze and leaves rustling was disturbed by the high pitched barks of a puppy. Going through the window, the wisp came out to a grand wheat field with a cavalier puppy in the parting path. As the puppy turned around, the wisp followed gaining high speed until the endless void of golden wheat fell apart around the wisp making it fall into a dark void.

In the dark void, lights began to materialize into a lunar festival sort of atmosphere. Glowing reds and oranges filled the void in large light splotches like watercolor. After not too long, a grandiose architecture unfolded creating a long alley with tens of floors of brightly lit vendors and staircases lining the tall expanse.

As the wisp kept falling, the festival of lights faded out of view above it like a whirlpool and below was an open bright hole. No colors were perceivable since it was so bright but a calming, floral scent wafted up to the wisp. It's speed slowed down as it passed the ring of the bright hole making the line the darkness and the light meet look like the horizon of Earth back-lit by the sun in space.

Steadily, the wisp past the horizon allowing for colors and figures to materialize slowly. Deep greens covered sparkling dilapidated structures with streams of pristine turquoise water coming from inside the broken structures. The outline of past windows appeared on the structures as well as being supremely overgrown. Little white flowers grew everywhere there was green. The only thing that would be even a little bit unsettling would be that the overgrown city was above the wisp with the sky below. It was upside down in a sense, but everything flowed like it would have if the wisp were looking at it normally.

The sky below was fast changing as it started from a bright blue sky to a bloody orange painting to a darkening purple-royal dark blue. At that stage it began to slow down as the stars became visible. The sky didn't have a sun, a moon, nor clouds, but it had stars. An endless amount. Different types of stars, planets, and galaxies were all crystal clear from this viewpoint.

The wisp slowly flew away from the overgrown city leaving it as a speck in the endless void of stars. As the city faded, another wisp appeared before the initial one. They danced around each other in a spiral as they began to speed towards the endless void.

The melancholic melody ended awakening me from an endless dream. I opened my eyes to see an older child at the piano with their eyes closed but with their hands at the keys. They took a long breath and walked off to backstage without a word.

The power of music allowed me to see into the adventurous, complex, solitary soul of the one at the keys. The void of possibility the world has infiltrated and become the imagination of the pianist.

If everyone were able to see the wonders of possibility, how would they react? How would that change the people of the world? What would happen?

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A/N

YAY 

If you kept with it, good job!

It indeed is a bit confusing but this is meant to portray how music or art in general can become a whole different experience just  because the artist poured themselves into what they were doing. 

Btw to all my musicians out there, the notes given in the beginning were an indication that the song was in the key of D minor.

I think I was listening to some Mozart at the time but eh.

Hope ya'll liked it