symphony,
harmony,
deep resonance.
those notes, they float!
there was nothing,
save a series of coordinated, intentional vibrations.
they lure you into the invisible world,
left you marvelling at the composer's brilliance,
makes you wonder aloud -
the universality of music.
it could have,
it may not,
it happened?
what's left after the ensemble of musicians,
what's the state after the delirious performance?
silence, contemplative silence.
all these, a figment?
for no pictures could convey,
no recordings could conjure,
the lingering atmosphere, and memories were all there were -
fragments of resounding waves.
all there were...
