Q: Describe your favorite song or music to someone who cannot hear

I’ve recently heard the most beautiful melody in the world – Waltz of the Flowers, from “The Nutcracker”, by Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. It impressed me so much that words can hardly describe the surge of emotions I’ve been going through while listening. This music is very old and very beautiful, and, amazingly, it reminds me of home, raising memories so realistic that it takes my breath away. And yet, I want to share my experience with someone I know and someone who suffers from inability to hear and thus is unfortunately incapable of enjoying the most wonderful music ever.

The music is indeed perfectly amazing. It makes my heart tremble with sensation, overflowing with childish joy and excitement. If I close my eyes I know I’ll disappear. The music will take me somewhere far from here, somewhere only I know, some place from my childhood dreams, peaceful and breathtakingly beautiful. As the music soar, hitting the highest notes and then suddenly falling to the lowest ones, swirling and thrilling, I seem to forget who and where I am. What have I worried about just recently? What have I been thinking over through the whole day? Where was I rushing to go? No more do I know the answers to those questions. I’m just here and just now, high above the routine troubles and worries, in the richly ornamented cradle of alluring sounds.  The melody is divine, it gives me wings to fly, and both my soul and mind are open only to its forceful beauty. Those amazing sounds cherish my ears. So unpredictable the tune is, surprising me each moment with unexpected whirl of harmoniously combined notes. I’m enjoying each second of immersion in Tchaikovsky’s creation.

While listening, I start to recollect the excitement of Christmas time. The memories are so strong, the feeling they give birth to are extremely gripping. I feel like I smell the fresh fragrance of winter forest, see the sparkling of Christmas tree decorations, taste the sweet and creamy flavor of “Napoleon” cake.  I even can almost see the swirling of sparkling white snowflakes outside the window, covered with lace of ice. They’re spinning round in a graceful dance, floating down slowly, fluttering gently when the wind blows. They remind me of delicate ballerinas, fighting against the icy-cold wind gusts, expressing the melody by lovely movements. The fairytale atmosphere captivates me, I’m absorbed in observation of own dreams, that seem so close to fulfillment now, when my soul is full of fascinating sensations. I feel comfortable and nice, caressed by the warmness of home, lulled into sense of security and peace.

The melody revives the memories of golden autumn that I adore. I see the trees dropping crimson, golden-yellow and orange-brown leaves to the ground, covering the earth with splendid multicolored carpet. The gusts of wind caress my skin and pet my hair. Nothing but the sunny day can it be, and I experience the touch of golden sunlight that gives out warmth no more. The feeling of nostalgia fills my heart. The music drives me into melancholy, which is nevertheless light and pure. I feel sad and joyful at the same time. It seems like the tune is made up of birds’ rare twittering, wind blowing, leaves’ rustling and trees’ rocking. They all are involved in the magic dance of my light sorrow, expressed by the music that I enjoy so much.