This is really powerful! amazing!
Thank you! Feel free to use it in your project. :D
Rain falling over a blackened battlefield...
A powerful image, evoked by a powerful piece of music.
I'm afraid no words of mine could do it justice.
Sad music is amazingly powerful, isn't it? Thank you!
So short and yet so beautiful :')! I imagine a sad ending where a dying man is in another man's/woman's arms and is telling the non-dying person it's all going to be ok. The future is uncertain, but for now, stay strong.
That definitely fits what I was going for. Thank you for reviewing! :)
Make me think of the end of a movie where main character was just kill and there is a flash back on his life before the movie ends. :) Like the ending of American Beauty.
I haven't seen that movie, but I'll have to check it out!
By the way, your art is lovely. You are very talented. :)
It makes me imagine this...
A man -- a priest -- sets off, at a time when the rest of his country is crumbling around him under enemy attack, but his province is safe. He goes out to find answers as to what exactly is happening. He goes from province to province, asking questions, helping others in need. And when he comes back to his home province (at which point the music plays)...... everything about it is lost. The place is destroyed and up in flames, a lot of his friends have been killed. He wants to weep and cry out in despair. And then, before he can do so, something catches his eye. Just within eyeshot is one of his long-lost friends, sprawled on the ground with multiple gunshot wounds, almost about to die. Worried about his friend's soul, the priest puts his stole on, picks his friend up in his arms, looks compassionately at him, and gives him an Extreme Unction.
The friend dies shortly after that. A few tears can be seen trickling down the priest's cheeks.
Now, I really love this piece, and I give you all my respect for it. For the scene I described, it could be made longer, but let me tell you this: writing this thought down has almost made me cry, and I hope it touches you as much as it touches me.
Your scene carries a great deal of emotional weight. The priest left in search of answers, perhaps with hope in his heart, and yet he returns to such devastation. I can only imagine what he must have thought upon returning. Maybe he tormented himself wondering, "If I had stayed here, could this have been prevented? Would my dear friend be alive if not for my foolish haste?..." I can feel the cool tears roll down his face in contrast to the intense heat radiating from his flaming village. Along with his compassion, I wonder what other emotions are overtaking him? Is he angry at God for allowing the pain, or is he a praying that the Almighty forgive those mortals who caused this devastation? Will he allow the flame of hope to burn in his heart, or will he give in to the depths of his sorrow and give up his life as a priest?
Your words fit the music beautifully. Thank you for sharing your musing and providing me with inspiration. :)
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.