//------------------------------// // Sounds & Colors // Story: My Little Stories // by Layri_Cheetah //------------------------------// Once upon a time, a rich pony has organised a concert, and invited a famous composer. The entry was free, and when the time has come, the concert hall was filled to the brim. Ponies of all ages and positions came to listen to sublime, touching, wonderful music. While the composer was passionately performing one brilliant aria after another, the rich pony was standing backstage. He was watching the audience, as if looking for someone in a quite, colourful crowd. When the last of the captivating sounds went quite, the performer was presented with a bouquet and the curtain had fallen, the rich pony came on stage, joyfully smiling. "Did you like that as well?" asked the composer, while eating the flowers from the bouquet. The rich pony shook his ears in denial. "I am deaf. I can't really judge your music." "How do you communicate then?" "I can lip-read, can guess the meaning by the expression on your face." "It's a pity, really", he passed the bouquet to a servant passing by. "Not being able to hear such beautiful, magnificent music. And still, somehow, you are happy." "Yes. Yes, I am. I am happy, because I saw the eyes of all these ponies spark with joy. Some of them couldn't hold tears. Their joy was my joy as well. Thank you for performing today." "Thank you for inviting me as well. It was a pleasure to visit this city, lots of grateful audience here". They did a brohoof as a final goodbye and parted ways. The composer gave the autographs to his fans and went into the city. It was raining a little outside since morning. The rain painted the streets in calm, grey tones. The ponies were coming out of the theatre as a viscous, lingering, reluctant to dissolve mass. They were quietly chatting, still under the impression of "Lunar Aria". The composer was strolling in the park, listening to the quite. Here and there he heard ponies walking in the distance, laughing cheerfully. His world was filled with a placatory grey mist. Black and grey tree trunks, wrapped in a wavering haze of leaves; grey buildings, punctuated by grey streets; grey ribbon of river, dappled with the light dancing on its surface; grey sky, riddled with heavy grey clouds. Only the sun was white, blindingly bright. This is the way the composer saw the world, through the prism of the inborn monochromia. But his sensitive ears allowed him to catch the smallest details of the events happening around him. Life was in a full swing, filled with the clatter of hooves, creak of wheels, ringing of rain drops, gabbling of river springs, rustling of leaves and bird songs. Even the clouds were whispering somewhat special today. The unicorn suddenly froze in place, remembering the pegasus, who organised the concert. How can you live without hearing? How does it fill to live in eternal silence?.. Then again, he can see all the beautiful colours of this world, he can see the eyes of other ponies, sparkling with happiness, and he finds his happiness in gifting it to others. He lowered his ear and nodded in tact with his rhythm. Then he pulled the notepad and the pen from the pocket of his coat with his telekinesis powers, and wrote something down. He sparsely looked around, as if looking for something missing, then smiled and put down two more lines. When he gets home, he will develop the idea, give it depth and power, but for now - a simple reminder. The drops of drizzling rain were falling down the open page, watering the words a little: Sometimes in our lives We miss a little something, But may this not obstruct Your way to happiness. * * * Original story by Layri Cheetah - ficbook.net Translated to eng by Asielra.