Short Essay: Music is the Retrograde of Life

Hello, this is Mao Aogarasu🌸
Today's topic is, "What is a musical instrument?"

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Why is it that there are moments when music moves people's hearts?
For example, 3.11. After that.


Sound is the vibration of air.
When it vibrates,
that object lives.
The cells of us living beings are trembling.
That is why they hold heat.




Strings, reeds, the stretched skin of percussion instruments.
Things that were once living beings vibrate.
In an instant,
parts of those plants and animals that should have been dead
regain their body heat.



"Suho's White Horse" was
my favorite picture book.
That story is truly
a tale of a horse becoming an instrument
and becoming an immortal soul.

Music is the retrograde of life.
It is calling back
the life that was once there.



That is why people sometimes shed tears at music.
When they hear the life that was once there
with their own skin.
In the daily life of everything in the world,
only music goes against
this irreversibility of life and death.

The instrument contained within oneself,
the voice.


Humans usually perceive the world with 70% visual information.
A voice that lets you know "it's that person" even if you cannot see them.

In this modern age, we can leave our hometowns and chat with friends and family. Yet, there are times when I want to call them.
"Because I wanted to hear your voice."

The reason it is sad when someone dies is
because I can no longer look into their eyes and talk to them.
That is what I thought. That is true, but.

I can no longer hear your voice.
Because the soul you possess will never vibrate again.
Your voice will not vibrate my eardrums.
It will not give me life.

I had a sense of discomfort with synthetic voices, like scotch tape that won't stick.
That is probably why.
Even though the soul is not there, only physical vibration exists. An empty existence.

Musical instruments are
gates opened on the path where the souls of living things come.
Instruments are the torii gates of a shrine approach.

Because that gate exists, we know this is the path.
Beyond that,
there is the place of beginnings, which everyone knows but no one knows.

The reason I like orchestral arrangements.
It might be because it is a cradle of life
in the place where "things that were once living"
quietly gather the most.

The performance begins.
The silence of the concert hall.
A single drop of sound pushes open the world.
My skin unravels in the headwind of life.


The person who composed this piece is no longer here.
Many of the people who once played it are also no longer here.
And the people playing it now will also be gone.
And so will I, who am listening.

But in this very moment,
through the vibration of "instruments," which were once living things,
everything breathes again.
And that will continue to happen in the ages to come.

Why does classical music never disappear?
Perhaps we are listening to a relay of souls
through the cradle of life.
When people shed tears, they are caught up in this endless relay.

The path to the homeland of living things.

Where did my soul come from?
The festival music is calling me from deep within my ears.

I don't know, but
if it's about voices,
I feel like that is the reason why Enka music never disappears.

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Living in Europe, I feel embarrassed when I cannot explain my own culture.
Where do I come from?

"You say you like classical music, but what is the music of your country like?"
"What kind of instruments does your country have? What kind of songs are there?"

I will make sure I can explain it properly.

Thank you for reading today as well.🌸
I hope to see you again.🍀

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