As the pianist played, the rain fell.
As the rain fell, the thunder sang.
As the thunder sang, the lightning danced.
As the lightning danced, the pianist played.
Thunder and music.
Lightning and rain.
Harmonious. Togetherness. Nature and sound.
Dancing. And playing. Music abounds.
In tune.
In rhythm.
Inside and out.
The pianist plays as the rains come down.
Thunder. Now birdsong. Raindrops galore.
Both nature and musician need to give more.
Sunlight breaks through the gaps in the cloud.
If bright light was sound, this is very loud.
Competing with birdsong
And the pianists’ keys
And the patter of raindrops
And the rustle of leaves
The pianist continues.
More thunder claps.
More sunshine through the clouds’ many gaps.
The birdsong and chatter continue with glee.
The thunder rumbles on, although distantly.
The raindrops still fall, but now gentle and light.
And the pianist still plays, to his delight.
A rainbow appears to join in the dance
As if by magic
As if by chance.
Each by itself. All as one.
On and on.
And on.
And on.
Into the future. The days ahead.
The pianist will play to the tune in his head.
To sunshine.
To birdsong.
To moonlight.
To life.
To raindrops and thunder.
To daytime and night.
As nature calls, the pianist will play.
Their dance, their togetherness, will be on display.
The dance will continue.
Through sunshine and rain.
Not always different.
Not always the same.
The pianist will play as the rains come to call
Through thunder and lightning.
In fact, through it all.
I first put this together back in 2012, although at the time I didn’t feel it was complete. Or complete enough, if that makes sense, but at the time any extra words I used didn’t seem to fit in with the flow.
I’ve revisited this little creation today, and added a few extra lines, plus an extra level of perception to indicate the passing of time.
I remember writing the first part one evening in 2012, as I was playing a video I’d found on You Tube of heavy rain in a tropical rain forest somewhere, and from there I just went with where my imagination took me (Not that I do that very often, I must add!) I have no idea what forced me to look for a tropical rainstorm in the first place, although it could have been simply to find inspiration for this post. Well, the first post, not this one. Obviously.
Although I have no clue as to who the pianist is (it certainly isn’t me as I haven’t got a musical bone in my body!), I’m beginning to see him (or her, although I did use the word ‘his’ in one or two of the lines) as the heart, beating its way though everything, from beginning to end. The dance, in this case, is life. And the weather and wildlife indicate all of the different events we come across on a daily basis.
See. I told you… my imagination is running away with me again. It could also just be about an obsessed pianist playing to nature’s tune.
Anyway, enough imagination for now.
Time to look for a fitting photograph for this post (although by the time you read this, you’d have already seen it!) I love playing with time at times…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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