Music

Music

The boy lived a very lonely life. Always holed up in his house, no family to care for him, no friends to speak to him. For all his life he’d been alone. This loneliness cause a stir in him, a powerful, aching throb that at times threatens to consume his very being. No one can stop him when he’s in one of the rages he so often falls into. Not that anyone would. During this time the boy has a crazed look in his eye, his entire being burns with agony mixed with envy that all boils down to an untamable wrath he cannot control. Why would he? His loneliness is too painful to not become crazy. 

In his valley below, the boy begins his rampage. The sounds waft up the hills to the nearby village where villagers have hidden from his anger. 

A beautiful woman, oblivious to the boys fury, sits atop a hills peak, just above his home. With grace she pulls out a golden stringed instrument and takes in a breath. In an instant the heavy, burning air is calmed with sweet melodies. Notes that pierce the ear drum in a heavenly way begin to fill the entire valley, stirring the birds, coaching the deer out of the trees, and eliciting a delicate sigh of relief from the village. 

The woman’s fingers move up and down the strings, her beautiful song cutting through the boys rage at last. 

The villagers begin to dance in their houses, each note that hits their ears brings about beautiful memories of good times, happy times. Some even burst into tears as the woman’s song touches the very depths of their unused hearts. 

On queue, the woman begins to sing. The world around her erupts all at once, creating an almost terrifying reaction at her beautiful melody. The birds she roused begin to join in on her song, their beautiful voices perfectly accenting her angelic lyrics while her strumming continued to pierce every corner of the village. 

Everyone is shedding tears now, even the boy. The flowers that lay ruined around his feet spring back to life in an instant, almost as if they are responding to a magic in the woman’s tones. The music cuts through the boys ears, penetrating every cell in his body until he his filled with the wondrous miracle that is the woman’s song. There is a faint moment where the boy begins to let out a joy filled shout when he finally falls to the ground in a peaceful slumber. 

All at once the woman stops her song and picks up her things. There is a sly, almost evil smile on her beautiful face as she begins her descent into the valley. 

The villagers are sound asleep now. But it is no longer a peaceful sleep. In their minds, the woman’s song has become twisted, warped, almost painful to the ears. Nightmares plague the citizens slumbers. They struggle to wake but find themselves caught. Caught in an endless hell. 

There are no birds singing. The flowers have once again died. The deer have fled, far away, never to return to that wretched place. In the valley a beautiful woman with a stringed instrument kicks a sleeping boy aside and continues her journey onward to a village not too far away from where she is now. A new song already brewing in her mind.