While all my other sisters are soaking up the glories of fall (which happens to be my favorite season), I am still stuck in never ending summer. Nothing changes except the grass, which gets browner. Despite the bleak landscape here, I have found places of beauty, most unexpectedly.
A few nights ago while out looking for my friend, Emma, I wandered down to the music department of UD. The music department is the smallest department in UD, consisting of a few practice rooms, and two offices. And although I am taking piano lessons there as of last week, I really haven’t had occasion to go there much. Emma plays classical piano amazingly well, though, so I thought a logical place to find her would be in one of the practice rooms.
And I did. But it wasn’t just her, and she wasn’t even playing the piano. To my amazement, I opened the door to that tiny, dingy white room on an unknown student, to me, playing some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life. He was playing his own original compositions, all from memory, never written down. The first song I heard completely blew me away.
Now, despite the fact that I play flute and piano, have participated in many musicals, and sang in choir all throughout high school, I have never had a strong devotion to music. I prefer words-words on the page of a book and words strung together by me even. But that night, that music told me all I ever could want to know. It brought tears to my eyes; I felt like I was seeing my whole life, personified in the music before me, music that someone had created himself. The room was filled to bursting with the melody.
I walked out of the room dazed by the gorgeousness of sound.
Just typical college life, right?