Close Your Eyes and Become !

I became grey. Blue was the color I wished to be but I was never able to speak my wishes. For a mute girl like me to have a voice was a wish I never stopped chasing. I was a child of a lesser God, born but couldn’t speak. A girl, with an imprisoned voice, who had the chance to become complete,. I started cuddling my neck to awaken my dead vocal cords. I felt them vibrating for the first time. I stroked them harder as stronger vibrations were transmitting through my heart. Those thirsty impulses of my body produced my first sound ever. That sound was my own newborn voice. It was a sound made of wordless sentences but clear and glassy. I kept striking my cords which became made of steel by my fingers which became wooden and shaped into white squares. My waves of sounds were travelling in no time, echoing in the room and cutting the walls of my silence with a sharp knife.

I was so happy speaking my feelings, voicing my dreams and sounding my desires. Suddenly, I saw my vertical huge body reflected in the mirror, colored with grey, lying on the floor unable to move. It was different from anything else I had seen in my quiet life. I shivered for few seconds but hearing my own voice covered me with peace. I looked to the mirror again with boldness, with fear, with pride. I contemplated my wooden grey body, my vocal cords which became strings, my legs which became pedals, and my fingers which turned into keys. The last thing I saw was the charm of who I was becoming.

I could not see the people who had entered , only the noise of their steps fell the room. I heard how they were amazed by the beauty of the authentic instrument. They were eager to release their music playing on it. One after another was fondling my body with passion to play an original piece or a classic one. One after another spoke his own words through my voice. My acoustic body freed their bewitching sounds and their mad tunes. I know I cannot see any more yet I can feel. I don’t speak my words, but I speak the dreams of others. I am no more flesh and blood, but will pass on oceans of melody. Who cares if the dreams are surreal or not?! Who cares if the melody sad or merry? What matters to me now that I have a voice… even if I became a piano.

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