From light to dark, the stage began to change its theme until everything went dark, not a single ray of light could be seen and silence from every horizon could be heard.
A hall without feelings was creating a cold breeze with a scent of pureness. And so the director dedicates the last song for his conclusion.
His hands were shaking, why do you fear? Your past has made you stronger getting rid of all weakness.
Night, is that what you’re afraid of? Prepare yourself as the time is near for the eternal darkness to reign these lands.
Sunset, symbol of every memory, remembering through a ray of life from the sunlight. Can you hear this melody? Or at least can you feel it? No clue, huh? Indeed those are the notes when we were kids, playing like if nothing else mattered. Followed by some kind of chords, remembering the first smile. Playing slowly melodies keeps me calm, but then a hard high note is heard, so it ends with a silence. This was made of my first fall, rising up with a new era, a new way of living, new curiosities, the first kiss, love and grief.
I thank you, because reading this makes you part of my symphony. Without you making the difference I wouldn’t have the enough feelings to guide my orchestra, as you may know, a score played has no sense without the music director.
For every triumph we achieved together… thank you.
For everytime you helped me overcoming each obstruction… thank you.
For everytime you made me laugh… thank you.
For everytime our dreams came true… thank you.
For everytime we shared joy with a smile… thank you.
For every of my secrets you kept… thank you.
For everytime you believed in me… thank you.
For everytime you were by my side in my regret… thank you.
For everytime you accepted my changes… thank you.
I’m extremely grateful for the life you gave me, since without you this wouldn’t be worthy of being called life.
"Thank you, this Nocturne was for you, my shine."
-Finale-
Everything that has a beginning has an end…
The strongest accumulation of sounds ever played, Sopranos and Tenors with their mighty voice. Another hit on the bass drum merged with the intensity of the gong and cymbals creates extreme thrill. Suddenly every voice was commanded by the director to get as high as possible with the strongest force ever heard. As the next move of the conductor… a deep silence, he stopped everything for a moment. As he was remembering his past, a tear was born from the eye representing life, and so the joy in his smile wanting not to be finished.
He ordered to start slowly and calm, thinking on how those memories were banishing from his mind and heart, and gathering a mysterious energy keeping it all in his soul ready to explode as a time bomb, a slowly compass was marked with the rhythm performed, do not forget my feelings are the artists and I’m the one guiding them through the vessel of life without a new shining future. Look how the last sunlight is disappearing from the horizon, and so a curtain began to open from the back of the players, reveling color of oblivion, that’s my destiny… no, that’s our destiny… keep silent and hear how I end the moment.
With his soul consumed by the energy he was ready to launch the final strike, the final set of moves to cover the notes of the finale, the most exciting moment of the symphony. The shining luster from above began to fill his body with a light aurora. I’m ready…
With so much strengths and so much energies gathered in his will, the director was transmitting with every tear all of his feelings. Complementing the sound, your enthusiasm is supporting your moves, faster and faster.
With the conduction baton, he made a command, a circle drawn in the air telling every instrument to follow the next command. Then he raised the tone and compass, strength and volume as well.
No smile could be seen, no anger, fear, nor pain… just nearly triumph. So the very last ray of light touched the director baton’s end. Compass faster! Soprano higher! Tenor Harder! Strings rise! And for the conclusion, the nearly impossible sound of every instrument played at once that creates an explosive end.
By no scientific reasons, the tired heart stop beating making his remaining sight to the open world the last one, with the final note as an echo. The hall was empty, no instruments, no sounds, no scents, only the presence of death and a lonely night with no one to burry his cold body.