Scripted

They say fiction is better than reality. They say their makeshift love lives are full of fantasies. Passion comes not in the way we love, it comes in the form of those emotions strongest to us. Be it hatred, sadness, love, or anger. And one must always keep this in mind. Because love to me is not the script, or even the verbal exchange. It's that unidentifiable force in between. The force that travels between eyes, that travels between hearts. It's the force that you can't see, or hear, or taste; however it's the most prominent of them all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoBoeg-oyBA
[I'd like to tell you this is NOT twilight, but unfortunately, it is. However, once you minimize it and take the town of Forks out of your mind, it is unmistakably beautiful.]

This song I listen to is graceful. It has no lyrics...perhaps that's why I love it so much. The sound of the notes flowing and ebbing is that of liquid beauty. Audible perfection. The power lies in the fact that nothing needs to be said. The power lies in the idea of interpretation and individual admiration. Because nobody hears this song exactly the way anybody else does.

Maybe that's why I love piano, that's why I love music. Because some emotions are so complex, so vast, that it seems almost outlandish to put them into mere manmade words.