Music. It’s incredible how this one word can mean so many different things to different people! It can transport you to another world at the blink of an eye. It an get you calm, romantic, repentant, philosophical…all in a jiffy. So it was that this weekend I went on a long, refreshing journey. Alone. Just me. And music.
This Saturday I was at a concert by a South Korean group called Gong Myong. They are a group of extremely versatile, young men who seem to play every type of instrument – be it flute, guitar, drums…and they have even discovered their own instrument made out of hollow bamboo barks – called Gong Myong (yes their group is named after this instrument).
I simply closed my eyes and let their music transport me. The melodious flute took me on a gentle, floating journey across lush, green paddy fields. I touched the soft green of the paddy and moved on light as the wind. Past the paddy fields across a breathtaking valley of wild flowers. I could almost smell their wild earthy smell. They grew untamed, in profusion, swaying in the breeze and I swayed with them.
The music changed – percussion dominated. And I was thrown into a harsh landscape. Climbing rocks. Traversing peaks and valleys. Breathing in cool, fresh mountain air. Ahead of me lay snow capped peaks. The rhythm urged me on as I moved determinedly towards that snow capped peak. Somehow I felt that out there was the peace I’m seeking. Frozen in time.
The Guitar came on and the mood changed. I was knee deep in desert sand. It’s glowing gold and its so soft that it feels like I’m walking on feathers. I give in to the softness of the sand and just laid myself down on its silken lap. The sand is so supple that I start sliding and floating gently down an endless dune.
The music reaches a crescendo. Suddenly I’m elsewhere in deep bamboo forest. Surrounded by these tall, green trees. Trapped in their embrace, my mind seeks a way out. I feel like I need to breathe. I rush past the bower of trees and suddenly in front of me is a clearing and I see a gushing waterfall. Its sound is harsh, yet the droplets of water that fall on my skin feel oh-so-gentle. I give in to the urge to go stand beneath it and let the water cleanse me. I plunge in expecting the water to the electrifyingly cool. But it is surprisingly warm. I stand there beneath its force. It splatters down on me. Beating like those heavy drums on my head. Coursing down my being. Getting into my skin. Flowing through my body. It strives to reach out to my soul. I stand still. The whole experience feels amazingly ethereal…
Suddenly the music ends.
As the audience claps appreciatively, I’m jerked awake and the vision pops like a bursting bubble. Ah the power of music. It’s almost orgasmic. They begin yet another song. I close my eyes and yet another journey begins…