《Musica》A Song of the Wind
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"Chun Mo what are you doing?" inquired by Horace. When I looked at Horace an then at the gift box I was quite blank for a moment. At first its because of that annoying voice who kept narrating since this morning secondly its because of the announcement and lastly because of the box.
So many information (and annoyance) rendered me a bit confused for awhile. When I finally sorted things out I first assured Horace that i'm fine and finally opened the gift box given by the library. When I opened it i was not surprise to find a flute. Well if you ask why im not surprised its quite simple. Its all because of the unlock of the flute section that led me to guess that the gift is a flute. Quite stupid honestly but at least i can play another instrument again.
I went outside nearby the fields with a tree and decided to play the flute for the first time. Scanning the library I found some interesting piece that i decided to play it.It's title is called "A Field of Spring/ Hunter X Hunter (2011)". I've watched the anime and I found it quite interesting so for a bit of fun i decided to play it.
The soothing sound of the flute gently flowed with the wind. The sound of the flute swayed with the grass creating a harmonious feeling. The peaceful atmosphere of the rural village is quite a relief for me. After learning the fact that I was just suddenly thrown into an unknown world really bothered me to the point of depression. I always think about my Mother and Father on how are they faring when they will find out that I disappeared. They will quite be shocked I supposed and sad of course.
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The sound of the flute traveled to the whole village. Gasp can be heard but i never minded that. I only immersed myself in my song. It might not be quite heart wrenching but it has the mixture of mellowness and happiness of life that my previous world has offered to me. The sadness of parting and the happiness of meeting such as how winter pass and spring comes.
My students came gathering around me. Trying to listen to my music which flows with the wind. The gentleness of the earth accompanied by the smell of the grass made it all a paradise. Francis was tearing up, maybe he remembered his home like I do. The villagers who were working stop doing their work for a while to listen. The animals came gathering to hear.
Ahhh Why am I crying? I know I miss home but even though I miss it I do not regret that I came here. Spreading what I love to the people while living a simple life. Human as we are we know that sometimes we wish for the ideal but always hindered by the real. We may request for something impossible to the point of absurdity but for me that what makes life move and turn.
I know its impossible to combine my old world to this one. But I cant stop myself to hope. Like how winter cant become one with spring. When I finished the song I looked at my students and said to them "This is the essence of music"
The populace was quite in a hubhub after that but I did not mind it. People cane to me one after another asking what was the instrument I used and such. Horace even asked me on how to make them for he saw that it was made of wood. I quite liked the though of mass manufacturing the flutes to better teach the students but it was quite impossible if its only Horace making it though so i put it aside for now.
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The day resumed after that scene. The villagers were working again and I resumed my lessons. One of the students raised his hands and asked "Sir why did you said that the song you played was the essence of music? I dont quite understand it" with that I answered him as simple as possible "The essence of music is a rather philosophical concept with no real right or wrong, but for a musician to ask the question and find an answer that resonates personally can bring a different depth into the music created. You yourself must discover what is your own essence of music as i have found or made mine. Form music varies from person to person for music is made by humans so it has a bit of humanity within it to. We all know that every human is different from each other even twins and so do music. Even if the same piece is played by two different person different messages are conveyed which is for me is the essence of the players understanding of music"
Many kids was still confused on what I meant when suddenly Francis told them "If you grow up then you might understand what teacher Mo is telling to you" and so the kinds were given peace of their mind. Honestly I kind of agree at the same time disagree with what Francis said. Music and growing up is not that much of a contrast as it is the same. Music came from children tend to be much more innocent albeit sloppily played and music came from adults tends to be much more refined but sometimes to constricted. If you look at the child playing the piano you can see him sway with every key he or she plays but when that kids slowly grows up you can only see him or her sway from every 16/16 to 8/8 to 4/4 beats. There you can see the Child from being enthusiastic to becoming refined music player.
So growing up is really just maturing of ones own music not really finding your own essence but i suppose its still not time to teach them that and I should just teach them much more leisurely for now to not kill their enthusiasm in learning. With that the day ended everyone went back to their homes. I tidied everything up and went home to eat dinner by myself to finally end the day with a sleep or it should be when suddenly Francis came to me bearing a letter. In the letter it says that some members of the inquisition will be visiting the village to investigate an unknown source of power which cause great disturbance to the area.
Francis was quite in a panic when he gave me the message its seems that according to his colleagues the whole country was in quite an uproar when they suddenly detected a great spike in energy in here that's why the king immediately dispatched the investigators to find out whats going on here. I was quite confused on how it all relates to me. I was just playing music. I was just living a peaceful life here why am I experiencing this kind of trouble every time everything turns peaceful? This damned writer sure knows how to advance the plot to and put me in quite a pain *sigh
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