Horizon

Piano music drifted gently through my open window as I watched the world turn from day to night. I could not actually see the sunset, but I could see the colors splayed across the horizon. The music was soft, barely audible. It was as if I was overhearing a distant soliloquy of the artist's heart. It was fragile - transient. The noise of the streets, the talk of people often covered it. And yet, it was resilient. It played on through the noise, giving me respite at such intervals.

It spoke to me.

I can imagine some student sitting at that piano practicing, believing no one could hear, playing a song not meant for any one else's ears. The rare purity inspired me. It drew me to other thoughts.

The situation seemed metaphorical to me. It paralleled the lives of the people around me. I wonder if we all play such music. I wonder how many people truly hear it. I wonder how many people quietly listen in.

I want to hear the songs that everyone plays.

Yet, at the same time, I see the horizon, always changing, always bringing the unexpected. And I wonder, how much time do I really have to hear all the music around me? And I wonder, is there really a right time to create music of my own?

I wish the horizon, would not look so ominous day to day.