Silent Symphony

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    11th November 2024 | 1 Views | 0 Likes

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    The old weathered house stood as sentinel over the quiet snow-kissed town of Willow Creek. Its windows stood like sentinels-scrutinizing eyes peering into the world, silent witnesses to the relentless march of time. Beyond the façade lay a world of forgotten dreams and half-finished stories, waiting to be awakened.

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    Amelia was one of those upcoming talents with a writer’s pen. She actually inherited the house from a distant relative. She was really moved by the mystique of the place, to be frank, and moved in with it, eager to untie its depths, source the creative energy she sensed within it. But, as she dug deeper, she came across a hidden room for her. A sanctuary, indeed, she thought it to be, with instruments from ancient times, sheet music, and a worn leatherbound journal.

    The journal was that of a composer, Eliasa man whose life had been jerked out of him in a tragic accident. His music was full of passion and yearning and now addressed Amelia’s soul. She started deciphering his notes, through which the silent symphony of music began to take shape on paper. Every page turned and every chord played brought her closer to grasping Elias’s world.

    As she listened deeper to his music, Amelia began experiencing a few strange things. The house came alive in the whispers of the ancient wind through trees, creaking floorboards, and an echoing melody from a distance. She started to feel a feeling of affinity towards Elias, as though somehow a bond stretched across time and space.

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    One night, she sits at the grand piano, getting lost in the otherworldly beauty of Elias’ music. Now, it is filled with a soft ethereal voice as Elias, spirit captured within walls of that house, yearns to feel alive through his music once more. He leads Amelia, teaching her the nuances of his creations, emotions he’d poured into each note.

    Under Elias’ mentorship, Amelia completed the incomplete symphonya work of art with something to say about life, love, and loss. As she played the last chord it seemed this house breathed out relief the air filled with a sense of peace and fulfillment.

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    She did not only finish writing Elias’s symphony but also found her own writing voice in the writing. From the mouth, she took the mute witness along and wrote from her heart and soul; for in stories lies the real magic: it holds, nourishes dreams, and changes lives.

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    It stood with secrets and with magic, touching eternity of creativity and music in splendid munificence that old house stood. For it was as if the breeze caressing the trees carries the whispers of Elias’s symphony, destined to be within the wall of time forever; a reminder of things in the past and a promise for the future.

    Bedaprakash Bhagabati

    @Bedaprakash-Bhagabati

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