Words, Music and Images

In the beginning was the word. Scribbled on walls, you think you are the first to dicover language, not yet aware of those ancient writings on other walls that weighed a life and passed judgement in just four words; not aware of their power. How a woman by changing a single word caused the exile from Eden, and gave a meaning for the word 'loss'.

Here, you just begin to discover, unearth, ascertain, learn...and what do you learn? That words have different meanings based on tone, time, thought, who said or wrote it, ...so you learn that you'd be a fool to trust them...you bend words, it takes on a new guise. And so you learn to tread carefully. You learn there's a virtue in silence.

Then you hear the words, and the sound astounds you, the music gets to you. The haunting has begun. The music haunts the silence you had wrapped around yourself for protection. Its the only way now for others to get through to you. Its the way you think you'd be able to get through...everything. So you teach yourself to listen to the music behind the words that people speak to understand what they really mean. But sometimes, the music is too loud, the words faint, and once again - its a kind of loss.

You make up for this loss with the images that rise in front of your eyes. But this is a last conscious move. For the images become indelible. And most times its not just another pretty picture. Sometimes these are just dark shadows that flit across the room, the spaces in your head. And these may lead to nightmares. Sometimes. Most times. A positive side to this is you don't forget. The downside - you remember...