Piano sessions

As winter comes, the lights are dimmed in the landscape.  Rain falls cold, lazily and I fall sleep easily wherever I go.

In the gloom I start to think about life in a broad sense, a generalistic view of everything and the silent death comes and close my eyes moving between my eye lashes.

As death approaches, the grays and browns of the winter explodes in sound waves from everywhere giving me piano sessions. She with its robe of obscure waves slaps the air and the space with the chords of the keyboard in sounds never played before.

Sounds that appear in my head while the vibrating lines after the note reverberates before the next one to be heard. The composition builds up timeless in a fast melodic song, with tones like blues but specially mixed. The sounds goes away in the background and the scene is dark, the tones are colorful in the space, swirling in sparks of systematic passion.

It gets intense touching with strength my ears in depth, seducing me to stay sleep. Contradictorily, is my heart who wakes me up, sending a train of palpitations like drums disturbing the melodic seduction of death in the middle of a common day.


Andres