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A Resonant Enigma

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I'm a hitchhiker between dimensions.  While we don't have the resources to escape our often stressful and repetitive existence, we can afford to take the occasional vacation.  Between these fantastic worlds exist pathways, most of which don't come without consequences.  My route starts and ends on the ethereal waves of what I like to call "elegant sound."

Music is my drug.  Massive headphones and stereo systems inject me with it day in and day out.  After it journeys down my ear canals and reaches my head, it completely sinks through to all my nerves, veins, bones, and organs.  With the power of harmonies and melodies, I realized that music allows us to stroll down a primrose path (if only for a moment).  There are those moments in a song I'm listening to where the sound hits me in just the right spot. At this stage, the music and I practically become one.  My physical self faces this attempt at possession and submits to the sound before I can even hesitate.  I disconnect from the world I know and enter this euphoric state where I'm bathed in a sublime, transcendent sound that feels just as good as sinking into a warm spring. Before I even know it, the music dies out and I emerge from this other world to find only the shallow ambiance of reality.  Such abstract environments exist and yet are nonexistent; even if I recognize them, I cannot grasp their true qualities.

Other times the side effects include loss of control and a deficiency in perception.  My friends and I gathered at many high school dances, where our worries and concerns dissolved in the mosh pit.  Doing this, however, required enduring annoyances like the tawdry pop music blaring through giant speakers.  Tasteless as it was, my body couldn't help but submit to the raw bass and rhythm of the sound.  As I would start to dance, my sense of time and location would suddenly vanish.  My vision then becomes a blur, and all the masses of people and the flashy technicolor light show morph into vague shapes.  What follows isn't merely dancing, but a constant surge of impulses sent throughout my muscles and joints.  This vitality just keeps flowing through my insides until I pool up with sweat and tire myself out.  It's as if Lady Gaga and Usher manipulate me like a marionette through their music.  Over time, I grew a bizarre appreciation for this uncontrolled energy flow.  Coordinating myself and controlling all my actions occupies a great deal of my time, and it commonly tires me out by the day's end.  It feels nice to let go of those physical responsibilities so my body can just move to the will of music.  Contrary to popular belief, a little disarray does a person some good.

Through devices including instruments, scales, rhythm, dynamics, music theory and composition, music overrides multiple frontiers in fantasy and emotion.  To me, all songs attempt to go beyond what we know about life and let us take a moment to discover new attitudes and thoughts within ourselves.  Music, much like imagination, liberates consciousness and takes it on a rampant ride through the impossible and inconceivable.  Too often we pay attention only to truths and feed our minds on a strict diet of knowledge and certainties.  But I think that the time has come for us to explore everything wild and abstract; let's take a moment (or even an eternity) to appreciate and look into everything that we'll never understand.  While I know to keep my feet on the ground, I adore every second I get to spend in the skies, the cosmos, and beyond.  

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a flight on the starship Styx that I must catch.
What music means to me.
© 2011 - 2024 Miligold
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blood-rose-angel's avatar
You should show this to Weiland and Kusche. I'm sure they'd enjoy reading this. I know I did. :)

Your eloquence with words is inspiring. :)

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