For anyone bored and willing to read: His reedy, fragile fingers glided across the piano at a steady sweeping swiftness. Each key gently kissed by the tender touch he gave. The music flowed like a silk throughout the room, intoxicating him and all who drank in the sound. He let his ambiance, his heart, his entire being surge through the melodic symphony. All of the fury and hindrance and sorrow and ecstasy that he had ever manipulated in his entire existence were bare for the entire world to see. The music came to a decrescendo and prickled softly until it gracefully dissipated into the air where angels breathed it in. He closed his eyes and let the silence enfold him for just a moment and took a look around the old, dainty room. The voices that were once surrounding him during his symphony of emotion were at a halt, and curtains of nothingness covered them so that not even silhouettes showed. Only the filtered life of sun beams occupied the room. His members traced the keys as though he wandering over a lover’s flesh. The agile whisper of resonance lingered by his fingers-- patiently waiting to be brought out of its chamber. Once more, he let his influences drift across the keys in a velvet melody that encompassed his entire being and rose to the angelic onlookers overhead. The voices around him began to rise again as though they were a choir of muses and he felt rejuvenated by the sound. No, there was no prospect at the end of the universe that he could be in such solemn solitude. The harmony he played brought onto him life—Eternal life.
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 04:22:00 +0000
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