Stroke by Apocalyptica is playing right now, so tender and sincere. What a wonderful name this music has – Stroke. A caress. Or a blow.
First time it felt like the soft fingers poking at the open wound, bringing pain again and again. I was listening to it and wanted to scream for it to stop, to not rip my soul apart. But I was only dropping tears quietly and letting the cellos to apply their bitter balm on my heart.
Sometime there is no need for any words to wake up the memories floating deep under the surface. Yet music also makes them clear and clean. Now this composition sounds to me like a sad but also light farewell; like if something once dear has gone but there is an understanding that this part of life has been over and it’s time to move on.