Form over functionality

On a Wednesday afternoon, I walked into a brass orchestra performance out of curiosity and discovered my appreciation for classical music, for it represents the purest form of art, devoid of linguistics and word, crafted with strains of emotions and melodies.

As the trumpet wailed a majestic entrance, my entire mind was held captive by the mellifluous sound. Then the trombone and horn softly emerged, manifesting a soft resonance that felt as if my head was placed on a silk pillow.

The absence of an official stage, auditorium, and fancy lighting made this accidental discovery more precious and magical, with listeners wearing casually, just standing or sitting on a staircase. In spite of the unconventional, unpolished scenery, the music, orchestrated with overwhelming love and care, felt so intimate and personal, elevating the whole experience into an auditory feast.