Dream (March 17)

Please bear with me as I try to describe the music in my dreams with the limited musical vocabulary that I have. :)

I stood in the midst of yellowing, old buildings.  The sky, the trees, everything, gently curled into the horizon, as if everything was set before me through  a fish-eye lens.  I could hear someone playing a cello from inside the third building from me.  The melody rolled out like gentle waves, with a slight staccato every now and then.  It had the faintest hint of playfulness.  But the cello's voice pulled this close to its chest, to hush it into a sweet dissonance.

As I listened to the sound of the cello, I realized that someone in the building near me was playing the violin.  Its music swooped in and out of the cello's embrace, first harmonizing, and then pulling away into its own world again, only to return for a measure or two, before pulling away once more into a separate composition.  But in time, the violin and the cello fell into complete harmony. Each melody, each voice, was distinct.  Neither became the other.  But their every note, and rest, and swell, and breath, fell into place, perfectly.  I couldn't help but wonder how two different instruments, being played by two different people, from within two separate buildings could blend into one beautiful piece.

I became so lost in the music that now I'm not sure when or how, but eventually, the sound of the violin and the cello both came from within one building.  And they were soon joined by more instruments, more voices, more melodies.  Suddenly, I had a saxophone in my hands, and I knew that I was to be a part of it.