Sitting in a grassy open space, the vibrant blue sky right above you, the sun shining down on trees casting shadows on the clearing, with birds chirping and the soft chatter and laughter of other people echoing through the wind. I find that scene, that atmosphere, very beautiful
Tragedy and it's limitless interpretations, mediums, etc. From the discussion of loss and seeing it explored in movies, plays, TV to music consumption, etc- I have always found it fascinating to ponder. Not condoning crimes and whatnot, but universal setbacks we all face.
In all honesty, I can find beauty in music. You can tell the gentle craft by the soothing melody, or the powerful tune that follows with it. Music is the very definition of beauty to me, and I'm glad that is so. Pianos can sound as if they have a voice of their own with the right pianist behind the keys, and all wind and brass instruments all have their own, unique voice.