Music
What was music?
It was notes, quavers and crotchets that were given pitches and then played on an instrument. But what made it?
Demyx sat in his room, staring at his sitar, contemplating.
Music is beauty and passion and emotion.
He picked the instrument up and plucked a string experimentally,
Music is love and sorrow and joy
Demyx started to play, then stopped, frowning
Music is soulful and tearful and peaceful
He knew how to play, but he couldn't
Music is expressive and thoughtful and wonderful
Demyx knew all this, but he couldn't play like that
His music was depressive and choking and so painful it made your heart hurt
No one else noticed, he hid it all behind a smile
His music is heart-breaking and lonely and angst filled
He tried to play something else, really he did, but it never worked
His music was the death of him, in the end, he took his own life.
The note simply read
"Music is something so beautiful it makes your head spin and your heart ache to be free"