Dvorak's madding melodies

Was listening to two of Dvorak's symphonies and ended up feeling an aching emptiness.

The emptiness consumes, demanding more and draining more. It was as though I was falling into an abyss with each dying strain of melody.

I tried to stop myself from falling, but it's difficult. It's almost inexorable, the impending doom. Dvorak had guided the listener into a pit of human conditions, leaving them there to languish in despair.

I guess, I'm not really comfortable with such intrusion, such disturbance to my psyche.

I'm still the little kid who wants the world to be bright and cheery.