...moments that invoke those memories
...of silence and solitude
...of suffering and struggle
...of pain
...of life (and death...)
...and yet no one can reconstruct
...no one will paint the whole canvas
...full of these moments
...of silence and solitude
...of suffering and struggle
...of the pain
...within this space of existence
...within these outbursts of sounds and colors
...except me
para kay c, na kailanma'y hindi magiging akin
pilit mang lumuha sa sakit
walang magagawa ang puso kundi
pakawalan at paliparin ang kalapati
sa mga bituing kumikinang-kinang sa langit
habang buhay na maririnig sa malayo ang hikbi
bakit ikaw pa ang tinatangis
ng aking pusong madaling lumihis?
diwata ng gabi at ng mga bituin
tila isang liwanag sa gitna ng dilim
kahit anong pilit, hindi magawang limutin
Panginoon ko, dinggin Mo ang panalangin
pawiin ang kirot at hapdi sa damdamin
alisin sa isip, kalapati sa bituin
...as if everyone and everything suddenly vanished after a barrage of aural events. just like a television that was suddenly turned off. one would suddenly look up and search for any visible sign of life to affirm that life still flows from what one sees around.
...like there should still be something happening but can't hear anything that will affirm to that fact. there is visual interaction within the viewer and the subject but the absence of sound suddenly makes one question the reality of the subject's existence. one would suddenly wonder what is happening behind this absence of sound that he isn't aware of.
...as if no one around affirms his or her own existence, despite the reality of the physical bodies that one sees in his own world. the entity is there, yet its existence in reality seems to be incomprehensible or irrelevant to another entity. one would suddenly question one's reality of existence and one's existence in reality.
...like there's no other form of expression other than it that could communicate a strong response to anything. no words uttered could be stronger as this, as everyone always thinks of it when encountered face to face. one would suddenly decide whether to break it or leave it.
* despite everything said...
..."until i die there will be sounds. and they will continue following my death. one need not fear about the future of music." - john cage

...standing in the middle of somewhere, where all you see is the flat horizon extending 360 degrees from your point of view?
what would be the sensation of being in the middle of the ocean or the very flat desert? would it differ if it's twilight, sunrise, in the middle of the day, sunset, or the middle of the night? would it differ if you're standing or sitting down on the ground, or afloat on the water?
would it be the same if you're under the deep waters of the ocean, where all you see is the dark waters?
would it be the same if you're the only person left on earth?
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