Describing Music

Okay so today's description is going to be about music. I have to be more specific cause not all music sounds the same. So I choose my favorite inspirational music. The kind of music you can get lost in. If I wanted to meditate I would meditate to this kind of music. Classical music.

Now not all classical music sounds the same. So I am going to choose a specific song.

Dark Night of the Soul- Philip Wesley

SIGHT- Obviously there isn't much to see because I am not watching this live. So I am going to close my eyes and describe what I see.  

Smooth, polished fingers caressing the white and black keys. The fingers flutter over each note, delicately pressing the keys. Smoothing running from key to key

A dancer, dressed a pink dress with sheer materials that would flow with her movements, (much like this dress. Except that it had lighter fabric for easier leg movements.) ,dancing in ballerina movements. Her dance moves just as elegant and light as the music. Moving faster as the music does.


SMELL - I don't get a scent with this music.

TOUCH -The vibrations of the music through my headphones.My head moving in tune wit the music. My fingers pretending they are playing this music pressing the keys in the air. Sometimes even being the baton. 

There is another touch. One you don't feel with your hands. It's the emotional kind. Now I don't have any memories to tag with this song for feelings but I feel very serene.

TASTE - I don't taste anything either.

SOUND - A rich sound of piano keys being played by very skill fingers. Two sets of hands lightly hitting the keys making beautiful notes. Rich, soft inspiring musical notes that touch my soul.

As for the smell, and taste, I would imagine if I had a memory that coincided with this song I might have had these senses triggered. Like if this song was on when I had my first dance with someone special. Let's say it was at an old time debutante ball. Originally, it meant the young woman was eligible to marry, and part of the purpose was to display her to eligible bachelors and their families with a view to marriage within a select upper class circle. Maybe it would be easier for me to just write a short passage to explain it in a story.


          Aireona waited to be announced, "Aireona Hemsworth." She didn't allow the announcer to continue with his needless talk of who she was and where she was from. It didn't matter one lick to her. She was here to have fun.

  Not unlike all the other girls here, but she wasn't here to find a husband. She walked to stand in line with the other girls. Hating the hungry looks she was receiving from some of the men.

  They could look all they liked, not one of them was going to get her to bite. She didn't want a man, nor did she need one. She was perfectly happy with her life the way it was. Her father doting on her and her mom cooing over her. It would be that way forever, she had decided.

  Being an only child, she knew her parents wouldn't want to kick her out. They would wait until she was ready. But she wasn't. If she were to marry, it could only be to the one she loved. Grayson.

  Though it would never happen. Not with Grayson being a "lower class citizen." Her mother's words when she found out about Aireona's "little crush." If she couldn't choose Grayson, than she would choose to be a spinster.

 Shaking herself, she reminded herself she was here to have fun. Thinking about Grayson saddened her. He had disappeared the night of their first kiss. Leaving without so much as a goodbye. So she tried to push him from her mind, when the music began and a man walked up to her holding out his hand asking her for a dance.

  Placing her hand in his, she walked with him to the dance floor. Once they reached the dance floor, he placed his other hand above her hip. Her other hand went to his left shoulder. She smiled nicely at the man but his touch didn't bring that same sizzle through her like Grayson's. Still she enjoyed the dance, and William seemed like a nice fellow.

 She barely had time to catch her breath when another song came on and another man took her hand. Not even asking her permission to dance. Something very unbecoming of a man trying to find a wife. Especially if that wife was her. Not that she was interested. Looking up darkly, her brows furrowed and lips thinned, she sees Grayson.

  Her lips formed an "o" before they settled into a soft smile.Unlike William, Grayson placed his right hand on the small of her back. Still holding her hand he leds Aireona into a slow dance. "Grayson." She breathed, not quite believing he was there. The music allowing them to be close for the moment.

  "Aireona," he says, breathing her in. "I have missed you." She had never looked so radiant. Glowing like the night's stars. So beautiful and out of his reach. But  not anymore. He had worked hard and was ready to court Aireona, so that one day he could ask for her hand in marriage.

  The tempo picked up and Aireona moved away from him. The music no longer allowing the closeness he craved. Her mouth fell and her movements were filled with fury. "You wouldn't have missed me if you had stayed." 

 Grayson pulled her close and whispered  fervently "If I had stayed things would have spiraled out of control and you know it."

 Aireona's cheeks flushed. "It was just a kiss." She dismissed..

 "Did it mean so little to you?" Grayson asked, his fingers digging into her back. "Do I mean so little to you?"

  "You're hurting me." Aireona whimpered, her voice full of shock and pain. Grayson's hands dropped and he started away from her. No you don't! Aireona thought. You're not walking away from me again!  Quickly grabbing his hand and placing it back on her, threading her fingers through his hair. Not caring that the dance didn't call for that kind of closeness. "You mean the world to me," her eyes daring him to see that truth.

 People were watching the pair, as they danced around them. Grayson forgot who he was and what he was  supposed to be and kissed Aireona. His lips taking hers in a kiss full of pent up hunger. Aireona, forgetting where she was, letting out a soft moan. The world seemed to stand still while they kissed. The music surrounding them seemed to capture all the passion that the kiss held.

 But eventually the music stops and the room is buzzing with hushed whispers.