Prelude Bach Cello n1 BWV 1007

Today I'm sad, my motorcycle was stolen, and I decided to describe my feelings through this song.
The Prelude begins with that constant flow of notes, like an open road, where each chord seems like a gentle curve, a calm acceleration, a journey that gives meaning to the path. That's how I was with my motorcycle. Freedom, control, harmony between machine, body and path. Each note, like each kilometer, filled the silence of life with something that seemed eternal. But in the middle of this flow, the music never stops, it simply transforms. From the comfort of the familiar sequences, a change emerges, a chord that shouldn't be there. Just like that moment when I realized that it was no longer in place, that it had been ripped away from me. Suddenly, what was flow becomes a break. Silence infiltrates the pauses between the notes, not as rest, but as emptiness.
The final part of the Prelude, which rises and rises in an almost desperate scale, could be my heart beating when it realized its helplessness, trying to find where there is no more. Searching in the void, in the echo of an empty space, for the presence of what made me free.
And when the music ends, there is no explosion. Only a heavy silence. That is what remains in me: an abrupt end that does not seem like an end, because there was no choice, there was no preparation. Only emptiness. Only absence.
Life goes on and once again I raise my head, I remain firm in the hope that my new beginning will be guided by divine hands, just as Bach was when he composed this music. Have a great day, all my friends!