The silence in itself was defeaning. With no external noise to dim the cacophony inside my mind, the voices were louder than ever. How could I put my restless demons to sleep? Every voice grappled for control inside me. Each wanted to make its voice audible.
Far away, near the floor of the sea inside my brain, a slow melody called out to me. It had sunk deep into waters which had never been navigated. But not reaching the melody , not hearing it out and to miss what it was saying, was a greater fear. I dived into the sea. I let my mind lead me deeper into myself.
As I drew closer to my destination, I heard the music clearly. It was nothing like I had heard before.
The wordless instruments were speaking volumes. The anger of drums, the soothing calm of violins and the grief portrayed by the piano's keys was unforgettable. It was the symphony made by my life. Every sound, every beat, every note spoke my story.
