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He played the violin; The sound of music [11]
Psychologist Howard Gardner has identified nine types of intelligences: linguistic, logical-mathematical, interpersonal, intrapersonal, musical, spatial, bodily-kinesthetic, naturalist, and existential. Choose one that you identify with and discuss a few personal experiences that show your strength and/or weakness in this area of intelligence. (500 Word Limit)
My essay is 475 words as of now.
I don't think I like the second paragraph... do you?? I really like my first and third though.
I thought I fell in love with a boy at the age of eight when in actuality I fell in love with music. He played the violin. His small fingertips prancing on the fingerboard, his sharp chin leaning softly on the chinrest, his curved hand swiftly brushing the bow against the string. How can one make such a beautiful string of harmonic resonance only through simple taps on metallic lines and repetitious sawing of the horse-haired bow? How can one dedicate so many hours, tapping and sawing away? How can one possibly practice to play twenty different notes in one beat or play twenty beats in one bowing? My young love inspired to me to too prance my fingers away on the fingerboard and brush a bow against the string, and surprisingly, his inspiration has led to make me the violinist I am today. I became the perfectionist of intonation, the conquistador of emotion, and the pioneer of the power to manipulate the aura of atmosphere through music.
I stand under the spotlight in front of a crowd whose eyes shine through the pitch black. As I breathe in a gulp of vitality, the violin is suddenly a piece of me, transforming into a mouth of a different language. I soon forget the many eyes focusing on me; rather I duelve into a world of expressions via sounds. It's the rich, fat fortes of passion and yearnings; the effervescent, zesty staccato of young at heart; the lethargic, ethereal legato of peace that travels as imperceptible wind of spirit, swimming through the thin air, diving into the ear, and burying into the heart of every listeners. Music is life that has immense power bigger than that of a man - a power to heal, to worship, to fulfill, to enlighten, to encourage, and even to annoy. I can only imagine the silent staleness of life without music.
Music: the articulated ring of each note together dancing in harmony. A language of no speakable words yet heard the most. Notes, the letters of another world and of another realm, existent only through our ears. Can you hear it? Listen. It's a symphony of life, carrying a soul, a spirit, a strength to swipe us away into a moving river of melody. Can you feel it? Listen. Music is my inertia of life. It is that that keeps me running at a hundred miles an hour, consistently flowing and swaying. It's the Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" booming on the radio in the car next to me on the highway; it's the famous Beethoven's 5th Symphony playing in the concert hall; it's the crunch of foots in the snow on a crispy, white winter morning.