A typical thought that would arise when I sat listening to a beautiful voice. I didn't realy care who came along with me on these days, I just always made sure I didn't have to go to her performances alone.
On this evening I went with a group of people, we must've been like eight/nine. I didn't realy care for them, since apart from the music we didn't have much in common. But by going out, there must be a chance u run into an angel. That has always been my motivation, although I wouldn't go to places that I didn't enjoy. Cause there you could only meet the devil. So you visit nice places and at one point u must run into an angel, life is as simple as that.
While Billie's voice, sounding so raw, touched every part of my soul, I forgot about the world around me, the people, the worries. I was one with that great performer, one with the sound of her damaged soul, one with belonging. I did belong in her songs. I was her songs! Every song I was, not one song left me out. The song described me and I was the image of every song that woman sang. And it should never end, it should never end. Oh, when will there be a person to incorporate me into her soul? I was a song now, I was the world and universe. But I wasn't someone's soul yet. I never was, at least not for as far as I could remember. Well, these thoughts got a hold of me during that concert, and so many of her concerts that followed. Perhaps the most frustrating moment of the evening wasn't when the concert ended, since I was still on a high, still lost in thoughts and feelings.
It was when David spoke to me. 'In for some dancing?'. How can someone ask such a basic question when 5 minutes ago I was dreaming of belonging to someone's soul, how can dancing make me get into someone's soul? Oh please explain me! But well, off course I'll join my friend. Maybe we run into some pretty women and have fun. (Notice that guys never want to go dancing, but since there were 9 of us and only 5 guys, well you know... ).
On this evening I went with a group of people, we must've been like eight/nine. I didn't realy care for them, since apart from the music we didn't have much in common. But by going out, there must be a chance u run into an angel. That has always been my motivation, although I wouldn't go to places that I didn't enjoy. Cause there you could only meet the devil. So you visit nice places and at one point u must run into an angel, life is as simple as that.
While Billie's voice, sounding so raw, touched every part of my soul, I forgot about the world around me, the people, the worries. I was one with that great performer, one with the sound of her damaged soul, one with belonging. I did belong in her songs. I was her songs! Every song I was, not one song left me out. The song described me and I was the image of every song that woman sang. And it should never end, it should never end. Oh, when will there be a person to incorporate me into her soul? I was a song now, I was the world and universe. But I wasn't someone's soul yet. I never was, at least not for as far as I could remember. Well, these thoughts got a hold of me during that concert, and so many of her concerts that followed. Perhaps the most frustrating moment of the evening wasn't when the concert ended, since I was still on a high, still lost in thoughts and feelings.
It was when David spoke to me. 'In for some dancing?'. How can someone ask such a basic question when 5 minutes ago I was dreaming of belonging to someone's soul, how can dancing make me get into someone's soul? Oh please explain me! But well, off course I'll join my friend. Maybe we run into some pretty women and have fun. (Notice that guys never want to go dancing, but since there were 9 of us and only 5 guys, well you know... ).
We went to a small club, there were not too many people. The music was nice though, and well the girls and their partners lost themselves in dancing. Thank God there were comfortable seats for me to hang in, that was all I needed. My glass of whisky next to me, mesmerising about the concert just a few moments before. I could hardly hear the music on the dancefloor, my head was filled with Billie's voice, with all that it brought to me. I even forgot about my livelong quest to meet an angel. Who needs an angel when you have such great voices that combine all the feelings you know? Maybe meeting a soulmate would just ruin these feelings, maybe I would not love music anymore! Oh, no, that can never happen. Get out of my mind you angel, you devil in disguise! Leave me in peace, leave me be.
Yes, it is great to be alone. It is great to be stuck with your mind, your feelings, yourself and music. Dance, you silly people, dance :) I love you all, I love when you are far away from me and have fun. I love to be alone and yet feel so sociable. I'm happy, I forgive you for ruining the moments after the concert. It's all good. Keep dancing while I slightly fall asleep with a smile on my face...
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