a day in the life of piano monkey

http://youtu.be/mrZ3ToUYFpw picture: this summer, in august, i saw the glimpse of winter,  as we trekked along langjokull in iceland.  it held its silence under 20+ hours of sunlight. winter is coming. it has bared its fangs suddenly. the slight chill that lingered on the edge of the scent 'autumnal foliage,' turned itself into a maelstrom of flurries and ice. compacted snow that eats your bicycle tires. all the sudden, the feet experiences amnesia: how to- . the basic rules of the day were thrown up in the air. things taking much longer. things slowing down. things diving into slurry of mixed decay- to silence. on this sudden descend to ice, i sink with it. the enormous wave will carry me into the depth of the winter, the solstice.  it will be dark. death. end. the longest night of the year.  the deeper we dig into the grey and blue, we will lose colour- space, ice, water, all mediums bringing you into the point of silence. a visual silence. absence of light.

i always thought life is much like the constellation chart. as a child with terrible vision, i never realized what stars actually meant.  finally, the summer i turned 11, i was given my first pair of glasses. with the new glasses, i was sent to a summer science camp, located in a mountain camp site. one night, during the evening activity, look up, the leader said. look up to the stars. city child, i thought: right. stars. okay. then, there they were. all the stars, falling into my eyes, like the greatest waterfall, with raging power, they fell, endlessly, speaking timeless stories, the stories that i never really heard, till i could see them. they spun and spun. the more i looked, the more fell, until my eyes were full of white dots, bright eternal ancient beyond my comprehension. people come into one's life. we do not know what they are. or what they are to become.  some may stay a while, some may stay, if a bit far. some may collide. some has been there