When You Played The Music

It all started when you played some sort of sound. At first, it was just a normal sound. A certain sound that I used to hear everyday. At that time, it can't be considered a music for me but as to my astonishment, it can't be a noise as well. It was just a "so-so" sound, as what my Korean student's used to say when they describe something mediocre. Everytime I'm around, you kept on playing it as if you're trying to convince me that it's not just an ordinary sound but a music that I could somehow enjoy. Something that I can play repeatedly during my work, when I sleep and in my day to day activities, in short, something that I can add up to my system.

Your sound eventually became a music to me but still I can't enjoy it fully. The music seemed familiar, someone played it to me before but unfortunately the music now becomes a noise. I don't want to hear noises anymore. Noises that once ruined my ears. I don't want my ears to hurt again. It's very painful that I even hated the person who once played it. I don't want to jump into decisions that could burst my eardrums in the future.

I'm still adamant in my decision of not hearing nice music at this point of time. I want to give you a chance but I'm too scared. I don't know when will I ever be courageous to hearing music again. 

Your music is very nice, very nice. However, I don't know when will it stay nice.I don't know when will it stay as a music to my ears. 

I can't command you to stop playing it, but here's my plea, if you're just playing it for fun, please stop. Please spare yourself to give that noise that I've been dodging for quite some time. -niceurdaneta-