The Drama of The River 🌊
Imagine a river, content in its own course and flowing gently as if to say “Easy easy does it”. Then, all of a sudden, the drama begins. The music is silent, but the beats are deafening-loud. Like the bà tá, the conga, and the gong, blasting away erratically. All at once, altogether in disunity. The waves of this river - once calm and seamless - now begin to rise to the tune. They rise left and right. They twist their bodies violently, as if sanity suddenly slipped off the grips of a princess, and she scurries aimlessly in her father’s court. The waves rise and fall in one accord then rise again in no accord. Woosh wooshh… The thing in the air ravages tranquillity once enthroned. Everything, then, subsides as though nothing had happened, but the gongs are still beating quietly at the heart of the river. The surface is clear, but the drama is still on. It’s all part of the orchestra. They are all waiting for the blaring call of the trumpet, which will solo right before the unknown. ...
