Today is the greatest day I�ve ever known. It is also the saddest. Today is the day that the �aeroplane takes off, flies high, turns left, looks right. It does this, as we all do, but infinitely better.� Infinitely, into forever. It is better, because the music is better, better than all of us. Me, you, the other two, or three or four or seven. Ten maybe. Because nothing is more perfect.
Words and music, words and music, words and music. That�s all we are, they are, you are. Music, noise, colored light and beautiful sadness. Yes, beautiful perfect sadness. Not infinite, perfect never lasts forever. But tonight, where were are under this pale creamy moonlit sky the thoughts will linger and we will smile and pray for it to never, ever end.
But it will. Soon enough, too soon. The daylight will come. Dawn will break open the night sky and shatter it into a million disjointed fragments. But the music will always be there in daylight and in the darkness. Cold, cold, cold, bitter, angry words. Hurled violently into the shadows. We defy the coming of the dawn. But inevitably it will come. And all that will be left is the music. This perfect soft reality is all there will be to remind us of the velvet soft dreams of twilight. We eat our candles in the fading shadows as light fades away into pleasant darkness again. And the music plays on, into infinity.
Past stars and planets and spheres of swirling colored light the music plays, on and on, even when we grow old. When faces wrinkle and hair turns gray. Even when hands that once slid so nimbly over guitar strings fumble with simple buttons we will never forget the perfect color of this night.
Alone in the darkness we smile. We do not cry here in our beds, instead we touch ourselves and dream of a thousand lovers kissing stones into the sea. Because alone in the darkness with the music we can be most anything. Imagined conversations become real in the moonlight. Silent words are spoken here in the obscurity. Not whispered, but shouted. Drowning out the music, but only for a moment. . . Soon we wake in the pale daylight and rub the dreams from our bedazzled eyes. And shaking the nightmares from our hair we call out to one another and pretend that we care. Pretending because we are ashamed to admit that all that really matters is that one perfect moment in the darkness.
The daylight is merely the suspension of the night when we can turn out all the lights and be all alone in the quiet darkness with only ourselves. Happiness is merely loneliness. We want only this perfect velvety musical darkness. We live our lives in the darkness, because there we can be ourselves. In the darkness we can be alone, content to lie still in the warmth of our thoughts.
Hurry in now, and close your eyes to drown out the light. Close your eyes, scream, kick, smile, breathe. Turn left, look right and fall into the power, the beauty and the fleetingly perfect sadness of today. This is where we begin. |
