It is not very easy to express exactly our feelings on a base of the
listening to the music. There are a lot of different feelings during the
listening. It is really subjective and it depends on our mood too. When
I was listening to this melody, I heard some Irish elements. I found it
really emotional and I felt some kind of happiness and pleasure from
life. I imagined people dancing, laughing, smiling, celebrating, playing
the musical instruments and their happy faces.
I saw this scene set
in the Irish or Scottish nature in that picturesque countryside. The
melody emanated a huge quantity or energy and power. But there was
something mysterious, something unpredictable. It made me think that
there is something unuttered, something what could happen. As the last
celebration before some accident.
However, I heard a very nice and
pleasant melody. It would make me happy. I would listen to this when I
am not myself… On the other hand it forces me to look for the right
meaning of that, what I heard in my mind and also to think about people,
life, dreams… The melody hides some secret… the stories of those
people? … Each of us imagines something different… It is up to our
imagination, fantasy …
In my opinion it is important to realize and
express our feelings inside. The music can help it … for me… I cannot
imagine living without it…
Tereza Váchalová, 2. A
Into the wild blue yonder
Like a scar on a face, like a tree in the middle of a meadow, like a
human among gorillas, there was a ship in the ocean, right in the middle
of nowhere. The sun shined really hard and the air was full of warmness
and new hope. Cool breeze brought us tropical smells. Birds were flying
around the ship discovering that strange floating piece of wood and
hunting fish. There was a silhouette of a small island on the landscape
giving sailors a picturesque view.
Waves were playing with the
ship and it seemed that the sea would want to make the ship and its crew
fall asleep. The ocean under the ship was deep and with a colour of
silver, green and blue. Full of life in its natural form, full of
secrets.
But sailors did not care about natural beauties. Their
ship was damaged in a storm and they were slowly drowning. Several hours
later, only pieces of wood could tell you what had happened there.
She was an only child of a well-known trader. Thanks for that she has
never tasted the lack of anything. Maybe because of that, the news she
has just got was so crushing for her.
She ran into the stable,
where she saddled the horse. There was no target of hers, deep down in
her heart she hoped she could ran away from everything. The wind was
whipping her face and she could not see much for her tears. Her head was
twisted with fear. The nature around suddenly looked different. Always
so protecting mountains seemed to be full of anger now.
Finally
she stopped. She looked around but she did not recognize the view. Green
plains were lying around but all she could see was a cliff. It was high
and very dangerous as it stood there.
The sea under the cliff
was whispering to her so kindly, offering to her peace and safety. Her
legs started to move nearer to the cliff and even she wanted them to
stop, she could not do it. They were decided to do it earlier than her
mind. She thought about her father and almost inaudibly she whispered:
“It is for the best.” She stretched her hands and set off to the armful
of the sea.
During twilight
Jeremy was looking at a forest. He started to reminisce. One day he went
out to get some fresh air. While he was approaching his beloved forest,
it started raining. But it did not matter, because he loves rain.
Suddenly a lightning appeared on the sky. But it was strange. It was not
yellow but red! He was afraid, because there was prophecy which said if
someone sees a red lightning, bunsbee will visit your house.
So
he immediately ran to the forest. He stepped on a small branch. That
sound was terrible. He got goose-bumps. He could not calm down because
something strange was moving. What to do, he thought. Suddenly he heard
that angelic sound. Yeah, sound of violins. He went after that sound,
but what he saw surprised and also scared him. There was something weird
and he could also see food so then he realized. Those physiques were
having A FEAST!
You cannot call them people but ghosts neither.
Let´s call them figures. Those figures were strange, because they were
wearing some leather pieces. They were even dancing even though they did
not have arms but four legs! One figure looked at him and he could
feel, how his heart dropped down, down, down until it reached his leg.
That thing smiled at him and was pointing its finger. It wanted to dance
with him. Unreasonably he started to dance with that. Maybe because of
its small blue eyes filled with sadness. And …
TO BE CONTINUED
I imagined a war. Loads of soldiers and fire. Tears and everything was
messed up. Everything was dark, black. It was medieval. I imagined a
burning town. But then, violins started to play… it was like the sun
started to shine up and soldiers stopped with their fight.
This
kind of music makes me feel sad and confused. Sad because I know that it
was really hard to live in the Middle ages and confused, because I
actually do not know how hard it was. You know we have got a house where
we can stay in and a family that loves us … but in the Middle ages
people were really poor and most of them did not even have clothes and
most of them did not have family either… Maybe because their family
members died in a war or they were injured.
In the end of this
song, there was another sound of violins. It sounded like “heaven
violins.” Everything was bright, sunny and everyone was happy. “The war
ended!” At that moment, I was really happy for them even though they had
a bad life, they could be saved from their death for a while.
I
would not like to live in this epoch. It seemed like that town was in
Ireland or in Scotland. Bad times full of work, fighting and worrying
about each other. Good times full of whiskey, happiness and no worries
about what will happen tomorrow. It seems as a simple life, right? But I
am sure that it was not that simple as many of us think.
Her eyes opened slowly while the morning sun was gently tickling her
skin. Dawn is always beautiful in the forest. The eyes as blue as the
sky, the lips as sweet as the strawberries, the hair the colour of
honey, she turned them up to the sun and her expression was clean as a
lily. No one would ever believe her beauty or innocence.
Forest is
her home, her only shelter. It is always full of life. The birds use to
sing and the beasts use to make noise as they try to make their way
through the bush. But this time it was different. The streams were
flowing calmly and the forest was empty. It was too silent. She stood up
and ran down the hill to seek her friends. She did not want to be alone
again, to feel the pain of being left. Her animal friends have always
been her only loving family. Then suddenly, she heard noises and
stopped. Eight men were talking happily and killing everything that was
standing in their way.
She got really upset, but she did not know
what to do. She ran up the hill to save herself, stopped on the cliff
and looked behind. The men were setting a fire. “Who dares to touch your
beauty! Who is so dirty to ruin your miracles! Oh, majesty forest!” she
yelled to the space. Her eyes were filled with tears. She knew what her
quest is. She must become the angel of death and kill everyone who hurt
her loved ones. Even when it hurts herself.
