Tales and Journeys

She had been told that long ago, before these beings — no, these phenomena — were known to us, humanity thought it knew all about music: That it was based on harmonious vibrations in musical instruments, and that it invoked a sense of rhythm in the masses.

That and a million more words would never be enough. Even understanding and appreciation of all the principles of music that we had learned throughout our thousands of years upon the globe, would never be enough.

The world stood still for a while. She was unaware she had just been thinking about something. A restless kind of glow surrounded her, reminiscent of the excitement before a rollercoaster ride or an urgent kiss, except it was embedded within the very glow itself. Tangible and not fleeting. It was not her own emotion, but the emotion that was there was not intruding to her. It was more like she was allowed to take part in its discovery, trusted in to understand.

A beat appeared. It was not heard and it was. A moment later, she could see the glow reacting, synchronising itself with the beat. Not only a sync in time, but in emotion as well. A soft beat, gradually clearing the mist in careful and gradual nudges.

In front of her, a denser part of the mist was beginning to take form. Was she was beginning to see, she felt she knew already, but only as clearly as the outlines of that form. Then, coming like the excitement before, a realization that what she saw, was the music itself. It was the face of this musical piece, as it had defined itself thus far. The shape was beyond any geometry she knew. She was not certain she should be able to see such a shape at all.

It proceeded to break up into pieces and become mist yet again. This time, however, there was another kind of anticipation hanging in that mist. She nodded, a sign of her acceptance. And she felt as if a flow was directed into her own soul. She found she could feel the music as if in dance, but she wasn’t dancing, she had never mastered that art. And this was so much more. No, she was expressing the music in some other way, an invisible way.

The mist changed, and she responded, her role in sync with the roles of the mist, together forming a clearer picture of what was being brought forth. Several shapes were beginning to take form now, veils of mist wrapping around them. She could not determine any color, only that there were just enough of them. There were also smells, changing conditions of the air, and sensations she did not know she could even register. All of it playing many roles: discovery, reminding of what has been discovered, and lighting up the path to what lies yet to be discovered. Each moment, each movement, with its very own revelation.