Crying, hurt with the deepest, innermost pain – the girl plays on. Her fingers nimbly flying over the keys; instinct is at its prime, her emotions are portrayed by her music. On she goes. And on. And on. Until suddenly, the music stops.
Calmness floods over me, but in her soul, calmness cannot be found. She lifts up her hands and with a majestic flounce she resumes her tale of woe. It reaches deep into my heart, soul and mind and wraps its icy fingers round my sanity. It tears all saneness out and does a mad, juggling dance.
I’ve lost control. I am no longer me. (I’m gone.) the music has consumed me. She quietens down for the grand finale. My nerves are on edge, pushing and defying the limit. The atmosphere builds, my temples throb – I can’t escape.
I am a prisoner to music.
It engulfs me.
My brain is screaming. And screaming.
I find myself alone and my screams turn to uncontrollable sobs and fade into sleep.