Roderich's fingers danced across the ivory piano keys in a familiar pattern, so familiar he could play it in his sleep. This song, a melody of sadness and grief, had been his primary method of expressing his emotions of late. His wife had left him, and now music was all he had left. It was always there for him. Yet now, he was beginning to question even the music he loved so much.
Wasn't all music really the same?
The same seven notes, the same rhythms, the same chords, even the same melodies… Rearranged in different ways, but the foundation was always the same.
To the untrained ear, different pieces often sound the same… Was it true? Did people find differences in music only because they searched for them, determined to find them?
Roderich realized now that he had unconsciously begun playing a different tune, a more relaxed, thoughtful melody. No, he thought, music is not all the same. Each composition was as unique as the composer who wrote it, the musician who performed it, the audience who heard it, and the emotions they gave to the music.
The notes may be the same, but music was more than notes on a page. Music was a sharing of experiences and feelings.
Music is not all the same. It never has been, and never will be until it's written and played by beings devoid of feeling.
A/N: Super short, I know. I asked the guys next to me in band for writing suggestions, and one of them said "Is all music the same?" So this is just the idea I got from that. I'll be continuing to write suggestions like this, so feel free to leave one!