A single man entered the stage and calmly sat down. The stands hushed into silence. He began playing but it was far too modern. It was minimalist classical. He stared at me throughout the whole night. Behind the curtain, peering round and staring at me, his wife whom I was her mistress.
Back then, people married to meet needs and climb social ladders, not for love. My husband was a womaniser. Eventually I agreed to be his mistress. People knew. I was an open secret. Every street I walked people would stare. Not in lust nor disgust but in a kind of respect.
In another dream I sat by my little sister's bed. I had tucked her in. Her eyes tired but her smile beaming with joy. "sister, play for me, please" in her sweet voice. I'd pick up the guitar next to me. A gift. My left gliding across the cat gut strings and my right plucking each note. The same music from the concert. Slowly she'd drift off to sleep. During the day I'd play for her, she'd sing and dance.
The music was key. It didn't fit. I had no idea where to start looking. Classical music isn't my preference. the closest I get is gospel and metal. Gospel I find soothing. Metal takes it's roots from blues, rock and classical. At least the metal I prefer.
A friend posted a video on instagram and the music hit me. I searched spotify for Ludovico Einaudi but I had never heard of him nor his music before. His music just like in my dreams. I cried. The stress and emotions I had been building up washed away. Followed by confusion. How is this possible? To dream of music you've never heard before and then find it by chance.
Follow your dreams...wherever they may lead you.
