My fingers twitched, my mind ran in circles. I tried to think of words, words that would fit the notes I heard in continuous repetition filling my head with images upon images. Nothing would do, nothing could fit what I heard. Nothing could encompass what was flying through my brain.
Some things are far beyond words and cannot be tamed by them. So was I faced by such a phenomenon. The feeling of injustice, insecurity was ripe and stuck. It’s here, locked in my head. I can tell something wants to come out, but there is also realization: This can only be experienced by whosoever is lucky to have their eardrums so astounded by such inspiring work, not through me. I cannot do justice to the work at hand nor what is in my mind.
Writers always want to write about what touches their souls, their hearts, but we cannot always do so. Sometimes, we have to hold back, rather than make a pathetic effort at expressing ourselves. We do more damage than good with such efforts. In a way, we belittle what inspired us when we try so hard because that inspiration was far beyond our means of devolving, of explaining.
Not everything needs words. Sometimes there are too many of them.
What happened to me after hearing Lizzie's amazing work. :)
Created: Jul 18, 2010Document Media