Music Is Hope

     After a long exhausting day of the same old tiring life, I felt the need to be alone.

The daylight golden Cathedral called to me. I desired to play my music in the echoing halls of the glorious Cathedral now faded with moonbeam light like a ghostly grave. Yet even in it's dreary state I could almost still hear the last straining echoes of the choirs singing praises, and the last whispers of a child's heartfelt prayer as he begged for the world to change in his innocence not understanding.

The chilly void rooms left me feeling small, warning me to stay back there was no warmth here at all. The emptiness was creeping in, trying to overtake me and break me like the world I lived in. With great effort I lifted the violin to my chin. I ran my bow over the strings, and listened as the notes reverberated bouncing across the invisibly colourful painted walls. Shivers rolled down my spine, and my hair stood up on end. I was giddy with satisfaction. With renewed courage I began to play a melody that came to me within the vacant halls.

My core heated up like molten lava spreading to the violin burning the strings with it's fiery orange flames warming but not destroying. The music became an orchestra of warmth and wondering. It leaped through the Cathedral crackling and rushing. Heating the stone cold pillars with a happy hopeful glow. The pictures on the colourful painted walls came to life dancing across their canvases in the glowing light.

The Cathedral was full of singing angels, of people filled with faith. It was full of warmth and love. It was filled to the brim with hope! Of a new life a new day. There is always tomorrow we'll find a way.

As the last fading remnants of the melody wafted away. I walked through the Cathedral with my bow and violin. My feet echoing in the empty halls that were no longer dark and menacing. The beautifully painted walls would always hold the simple notes so complicated in their depth of the song of hope.

I strode out the great doors of the Cathedral filled with fresh hope, courage, and faith enough to share with the whole world. I would be the catalyst. I would be a living vessel. The light would shine through me onto the world. Once I played them the soulful tune, they would understand what we had to do. We would fight for what we knew was right.

May we prevail.