Pure as Snow by Mono
Gets to the peak of a mountain.
Gazes at the enormity of the nature.
Green trees, unseen land, vibrant air.
Guided-not, spirit of ages breathes through the leaves.Elated, waves to the skies. Withers away the ego from his fingernails. Tries to talk to himself, gets no word out, but listens, the music is talking. Who told that the composer didn’t put the feels especially for you?
Smiles, smiles, smiles!Eyelids closed, eyeballs fixed, hands let loose, breathing deeply, eardrums harmonized, legs crossed, music still flowing.
Smiles, smiles, smiles!
He was on the hills, off-road, lost somewhere in the middle of dense vegetation. He saw the mountains in front of him, breathing under a thick blanket of trees. Between two mountains, was a narrow river. It was still. He found a large rock to sit. There were many trees around, many shades of green, uncountable lives.
It started raining. Friends went back to take shelter. He didn’t move. His body began to absorb the rain. Mono playing Pure as Snow. He had an epiphany. He gazed in wonder, at a plant’s highest peak. He understood something. Goosebumps. He looked at the pattern in the tiny leaves of it. A new element in his mind! He sat down in the rain, drenched in patience.
The intense beats were whispering to his soul. He put his fists on his face, covered his eyes, pressed very hard. There were many colors in front of his eyes, flooded with orange. The valleys appeared again, the v-neck, the river, the trees. All distorted in one wave, all dissolved in one another. He removed his hands and opened his eyes. He didn’t move his eyeballs for long. He didn’t close his eyelids for long. It had stopped raining. A tear broke free.
