#Dream: Spontaneous Vivaldian Violin

Recalled on 22/9/16
I was standing in the corridor, the light was dim. Somebody was standing behind me. My arm spontaneously moved, the bow authoritatively struck the strings of the violin, once and again and again. The energy instantaneously manifested into sublime, sublime music.

The sound was truly alive, crystal clear. My body felt the reverbing ripples reach the expanses of the cosmos. The music was everywhere. The music was everything. I heard it inside my mind. Nothing is alive but the sound of the music. I felt free, whole, and I felt content. I was drinking the passion of my curiosity. I felt my musical creation and a connection to a source of omniscient wisdom, experience and knowledge.
I was the music. Vivaldi, 315 Presto and 297 Allegro non-Molto and something new to me. The whole was a powerfully perfect mixture; a matrix of the known and the unknown.

But my mind suddenly woke up and started making sense of the different layers of music it was processing. It realised that it can’t sort out the unfamiliar parts of the song, and then it realised that I don’t even play the violin.
The damned moment it stated to me that it can’t guess what part of the music comes next, my wrist anxiously played the wrong note. Now my mind was trying hard to ‘save me’ and guess what notes I should play next. As a result, I completely lost the ability to make the strings make any music. I tried hard but I only made a disturbing clash of notes. I lowered the instrument down and hung my head in shame, of myself.
My consciousness let me down.