Opus.

There's something magical about it. 

Creating something from nothing. 

No sounds. 

No colors. 

No thoughts. 

No feelings. 

How boring, I think. 

There must be music. Laughter. Screams and whispers. 

There must be yellows and blues. Reds and greens. 

Everything in between.

There must be ideas and plans. 

Memories and words. 

There must be love and hatred. 

Happiness and sadness. 

Everything in between. 

This Opus shall be the most beautiful.

The most shattering thing that ever existed. 

What is beauty without pain? 

They will learn to smile, when they feel like crumbling. 

They will learn to rise when they feel like falling. 

Oh, but will they learn to live when they feel like dying? 

How lovely it will be.