he appears in a not quite black,
nearly forgettable shade
applause and he folds, briefly says
thank you
for the first time that day
the Steinway beckons
glittering in stage beams
hands raise silence
and he's off!
Dadum dum dum da- he leans
his foot taps
and you can almost hear
the band, the plucks of bass
the saxophone drawling
the occasional cymbal tap
he nods, as if to say
yes, this is what real music is
no, you're not dreaming though it may sound
like the skies have opened
he hunches comfortably a puppet on his own
strings
dancing in a strange,
puppety sort of way
a harmonious cacophony
caresses the ears
each dissonant chord leading to the next naturally
until it stops.
he freezes in a bow to the piano
the student and the master
applause and he's off again!
Dadadum da dada-
his brown sneaker graces the pedal
the hammers pulse up + down
what's that?
that whispered sigh
that human expression of music
joy
who wouldn't sing along to their own
song?
a flutter of note here
a quavering of waves there
you can easily lose yourself in the random regularity
of it
all
plink!
his hand collapses to the bench
and you might think it's over
but
da
da
da-
in terms of musical progression
the phrase stopped short.
hands raise
but
lower again
he's finished.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Lost Tales of Kirev
RastgeleThese are my shorter writing pieces. Not all of them are from the Kirev universe, but most fiction pieces will be compatible with it. I write everything from short stories to poetry to essays. Stay tuned! - - - - - - - - Remember to comment and vote...
