Score: 10
"Wow...."
date: August 23, 2008
I have to say, it is quite a beautiful song. Three of my favorite instruments
Came together to make such a stunning piece. Hearing this it reminded me of a dense wood for quite some time xD, however, having not said anything to a reviewer before me, I would like to add a little story that came to mind when I heard this..
An middle-aged woman walks into a room. You see her enter, unsure of where she should go, a look of anxiety upon her face.
The room has an air of not having been lived in for awhile.
The room is filled with a white light from the sun's bright rays outside, and yet the light seems stilled, as though everything in the space is frozen, a 3D memory of a time long past.
The woman walks across the room, and sits on the bed. Dust flies up, glinting in the filtering of the light. She looks toward the headboard and grabs a pillow, holding it on her lap, running her palms across it. She brings the pillow to her chest, closing her eyes as she does so.
It is then that she notices the pictures on the dresser at the foot of the bed. Most of the images there contain the face of a young man, his face young and taut. His eyes bright, his smile wide, and a peculiar nature, much like the room holds in it's character.
The woman's face holds a sad smile in her eyes, and images begin to flash before her mind. She imagines the young boy on his first day at school, then throughout the years, as his face matured, his body grew, his on mind shaped into an independent identity.
She imagined his mature face as he left for college. Her closed eyes filled with tears, and she listened as the drops fell heavy on the edge of the pillow.
She sat there for quite some time, not knowing exactly how long. And yet, for some reason, though the light in the room changed gradually, growing darker by the minute, it held it's peculiar air. As though it were still a fragment in time.
Finally, when the room was quite dark with no source of light but the setting sun outside which streamed it's dazzling colors through the windows, the woman got up, laying down the now completely dry pillow delicately upon the headboard next to the others, walked across the room, and as she closed the door thought,
"Parents should never have to bury their children."
