The musical box I bought from Paris (the one with a Eiffel Tower mounted on it) produces strands of music that reminds me of old Paris, rain and solitude.
I was going to write "loneliness" in place of "solitude" but I realised the music didn't make me feel a longing for companionship; rather, I see a street of autumn leaves all to myself, symbolising inner peace and acceptance.
The intricacies of the mechanism that operates the musical box fascinates me. It's just like a little piano with lingering, soulful notes, made only for those who want to listen. I turn the key faster, eager to hear the next note before the last one fades away but I realise that it is that cycle of birth and death that gives Paris and therefore the music its passionate, transient nature.
If you ask me, Paris can only be visited once in a lifetime, just to savour but not to know, just to keep impressions going.
I was going to write "loneliness" in place of "solitude" but I realised the music didn't make me feel a longing for companionship; rather, I see a street of autumn leaves all to myself, symbolising inner peace and acceptance.
The intricacies of the mechanism that operates the musical box fascinates me. It's just like a little piano with lingering, soulful notes, made only for those who want to listen. I turn the key faster, eager to hear the next note before the last one fades away but I realise that it is that cycle of birth and death that gives Paris and therefore the music its passionate, transient nature.
If you ask me, Paris can only be visited once in a lifetime, just to savour but not to know, just to keep impressions going.
