10 Days of Drabble: Music Notes

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author:  sunshine_173
rating: PG
pairing: Belldom
summary: One out of ten drabbles I will be posting daily till Christmas day. 
feedback: I wants it, my precious.
disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
warning :  One curse word. 
notes:This wasn't planned at all. I had no idea what I was doing but I did it and tada! A lil bit of experimentation with writing style. Now, there is no real established "pairing" in this, but from my mind I was imagining Dom as the narrator and Bells as the dude he mentions. But yeah, this doesn't really have any sense of plot whatsoever, I was just playing with layout. 


There’s something elegant about music. It doesn’t matter what chord you strike or how hard you strike it, it’s still beautiful and unique in its own way.

It doesn’t matter if it’s an a                                                     g

                                                       r                                  g                       i

                                                                  p          e                                           o that happened to get fucked up in the


process, or if it’s just a matter
                                                                             of

                                                                                         scales

                                                                                                        as you

                                                                                                                        descend the sheet,

                                                                                                        so long as there is rhythm

                                                                                    and some sense

                                                of pattern regardless of how rand
                                                om the notes may seem on the pa 
                                                ge there is                          always a 
                                                reason for                            what an
                                                artist cho                          oses to wr
                                                ite and to                           create. H
                                                e taught m                         e that.Ta
                                       ught me that th                 ere is beauty
                                   in quite literally              everything arou
                                  nd us and we just               had to be open-
                                     minded enoug                     h to be able
                                                to se                                      e it.

  He taught me that if I stood outside as the sun rose or on a bridge while it rained, that I would
  hear the music that was always constantly around us, no matter where we were or what time
    it was. Music was everywhere and everything, and everything was connected because of music.

       Everything about him exuded music and the flow of natural rhythm because he was at
             one with his piano and his maddening, melodious, symphonic and scary
                     mind. Granted, that’s what ultimately ended him; the imperfection of some
                          thing only he could see. But he taught me that chaos lead to beauty and fluidity,
                                harmony and dissonance. What I learned from him in the short time I knew
                                      him was that it doesn’t take a genius or a wizard to see that order and
                                               peace could come from a ballad anymore than from a nocturne.

Heartbeats and drumbeats, cries and keys, and the whole, grand operatic structure of

                                                                  I        N            F        I
                                                              N               I     T              Y
                                                                  I        N            F        I