The Melody Of My Mind \\

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written from the prompt: "The moment I put pencil to paper".

Submitted: January 06, 2010

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Whenever I put a pencil to paper, a chorus of voices and instruments sings beautiful words and melodies inside my head. Or at least I think they’re beautiful until I read them aloud. My voice, nor any other existing human’s voice, can serve justice to the unique choir behind my eyes. When I write depressing things or stories based off of solemn events, the music turns and I heard hushed, low voiced accompanied by the screeching of twin violins and the low moan of a cello. Or is that a bass? I can’t really tell. It calms me, like the eve before a storm. That’s why I like to write depressing stories the most. For the calm. It’s my way of conducting, of presenting my ideas to a thriving audience of me, myself and I.

When I do, however, stray from the path of my mind’s conformity and write something, oh, let’s say, such as a blossoming romance, the choir sings praises to my heart and the loud, scratchy tunes of brass and woodwind instruments scrape at the corners of my eyes, making me feel flushed and exasperated. It’s the worst when I jot down happy little stories of time well spent and cute childhood memories. Those are accompanied by loud clashes of instruments and voices, pounding, gnawing, screaming out at the conductor’s folly.

Whenever I put a pencil to paper, I ready myself for the show that is to begin. I check my breath, stabilize myself, watch the paper intently and allow the pencil to dance in smooth little twists and turns, conducting beautiful music for the roaring crowd that is my heart. I am in love with the art. I have fallen for the pen. And now that I’ve begun, nothing can stop the music in my head.


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