The Notes of Life

Is it not breathtaking? How fragile life can seem.
How one moment life can be glorious in the pinnacle of hope?
But the next, it is struck down and taken as easily as the falling of blossom's petal.
Many say it does not do well to dwell upon such morbid thoughts,
Still I find that if one does not dwell, they cannot find peace in the inevitable end.

And I believe I may have found some peace.

Imagine, if you care to, a fina black piano in the mist of the frgrant open air.
Imagine how one soft, delicate note can paint the air with pleasure,
How that tender note can grow into a pretty melody.
And as time passes, the notes and heavenly harmony
which caress the very essence of reality
Grow to a triumphant and grand sound which tempts
and pulls your sense to a climax.
But just as an overpowering thrill of happiness envelopes you, the song turns quiet.
And as the music fades and those notes melt away
you are left with silence once more.

How mystifyingly mournful you may believe it is to
think of a fading life as a faing note.
But that is far from the truth.

Not whilst that last alive note is sustained by a pedal before it fades completely.
And then you remember, how every fine pianist's
piece is followed by applause.