Life is an orchestra. Full of a diversity of instruments, all playing
different notes in different ways, the various sounds mixing together into a
creamy piece, inventing a tune as it goes along. The music carries you like a
horse carries a rider, all over the place, yet still guided by the bridle. It’s
largely a matter of interpretation, the way you perceive it and direct it into
an accumulation of sounds that create music.
And like any notable orchestra, there are dynamics. Dynamics
that carry the melody and sing the words of each instrument into a chorus of
beauty, wrapped in the music, defined by the tensions and resolutions, the
crescendos and decrescendos, the fortes and the pianos, the rests and the
staccatos. As I listen to and even play this work of life, I discover how the
sounds and dynamics and differences in each instrument clash and come close as
they crescendo into a climax. But it’s not always pleasant. Sometimes there is
irresolution, a sound that sounds like a problem with no solution, but if the
instruments are not following the same conductor, if they are not united by the
work of music they’re reading, then the sound will be obnoxious noise instead
of life flowing freely, experimenting with the sounds, but all in unity. When
the musicians cease to play the same piece, each deciding to read the music a
little differently, the orchestra disperses into clashing sounds crashing into
each other in a delirious mess.
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