39- Of The Depths

Flutes and piccolos started playing when Paul Hillier, the British conductor raised his hands.

The musical piece "De Profundis" by Avro Pärt is one of my favorites.

The vibrations of the chorus of madness shook my heart and as I closed my eyes I was being separated from my body.

For a minute I was suspended in time in the theater space while the sounds of violins were filling my ears.

Then I walked in the darkness towards the light. I entered a cave where I saw a naked body laying on a cold rock.

Fire torches added a warm light and mystical feelings to the scene.

I was barefoot and my steps were slow as I walked on a rough ground.

I was breathing deeply and I could hear the beats of my heart following the rhythms made by the bells.

As I approached the body I could see his gray hair on his head. He had a beautiful smile drawn on his wrinkled face.

His body was still warm...

I could see his soul floating in the air while dancing on the musical notes being sadly played.

Although he didn't speak, I could hear his whispers begging me to go back where I belong. For it wasn't my time just yet.

My heart was being squeezed. I was suffocating. The separation was harsh and my eyes poured their rain on the ground.

As the music was playing louder, my soul was being drawn back to its body.

Then I opened my eyes..

Paul Hillier had bowed to the audience while receiving an ovation.

The symphony was over but my sadness was still living my heart. I wiped the tears off of my face and I left.

I just relived the death of my grandfather..

This poem is dedicated to my grandfather (1910-1989)

I suggest you listen to "De Profundis" by Avro Pärt in the first comment or in the link below: https://youtu.be/tdoafPTSQpE