A Work In Progress

Every story has three parts: a beginning; a middle; an end. If you look deeper each of those parts is a story in its own, told by the scars, and wrinkles. A work in progress is an unfinished story, and I am one of these.

The Beginning
It starts with happiness and delight. One is lost in the moment. A trilling of the high notes sets the fast rhythm, and conveys blissful ignorance. The main melody sweeps the trills through a rise and fall of the scales, which tell the listener the story of naivety. Then as the listener is turned away periodic dissonance transitions into the melody, informing the listener of a faltering reality.

The Middle
A loss is felt and expressed as a wandering trail of notes, with a meandering rhythm. It is based on the searching feelings where that which is sought cannot be found in places it once was. Upon discovering the loss a crashing wave of despair catches one, and shoots through the melody in short arpeggios, creating  rhythm in a temporal way. This transitions into grieving tones, which pepper the music in hanging notes, thus giving rise to undercurrents of wonder and inquiry.

The End
The pieces that make up the end tie in the components of the previous movements, almost mocking the condition one's soul was in. Firstly, a harmony between bliss and satisfaction in two sections repeat and express irony. Then, in a duality with madness, pieces of structure are removed, leaving hanging notes for the listener to linger on. However, flailing at the pyramidal structure that is oneself hardly moves the foundations, leaving only an arsonist's mark. With the remaining pieces a curious song fades out.