A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 168, Sunday
June 17th, 2018
Chapter Seven: Expressing
Kathy played music, and she loved.
For Kathy, there was nothing more freeing than being lost in cloud of rhythm and melody. The rest of the world could slip away, she could be alone.
There was not an instrument, or a rhythm, a tonal scale or a mechanism of timing which she did not master instantly. The mastering of them, unlike the mastery of ideas, did not require dialog with the ancestors within her, they were there of course, but in music their presence was non-verbal.
She sang, with perfect pitch.
She could identify any note, and chord. She could replicate them in her voice, or on any instrument.
She spoke in her own voice when she sang, all the while sensing the multitude within her, guiding her fingers, her brushes, bows, sticks, picks and her tongue.
Kathy was the living repository of all human knowledge. It was an incredible burden, she shunned it, but in music she found this to be soothing, liberating.
The visitation of her memories, the voices of her ancestors, these were always present to her, putting pressure on Kathy to act and perform in specific ways.
They were present to her in the music she listened to and played as well, but in music she felt more as if she was coming home to them, rather than the voices inside of her reaching out to her.
It was like coming home to a place where there were no expectations.
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