Music of my days
Tempo comodo — I wake up comfortably, making a cup of coffee and chewing two slices of bread as breakfast. I am not in a hurry, as I am sure I have plenty of time; but I am not free, tons of trivial matters are waiting for me.
Accelerando — I am forced to pick up my speed, else I would not have done a thing. Trivial matters are sorted, now only I know where to go and what to do.
Agitato quasi presto — I go on the crowded public transport, heading towards either NUS or NTU. I can’t help following their paces.
||: Subito allegro | subito andante :|| – I work, I accomplish, I relax. I go through this cycle a few times a day.
Vivacissimo – The tempo which denotes i’m walking to canteen, meeting friends for lunch. Now only I can sense my melody…
Subito allegro … … subito andante … …
Once a while, I bump into a staccato; once a while, an accent hits.
Occassionally, there is a four bar rest. I am told not to do anything, but I can’t rest; I am counting beats for my next phrase.
When these high-disimilarity pieces are put together, we call it music. Now I understand what modernism is, the representation of new century, in which noise and sound and feel are far more catchy than melody.