Nick Cave Scenarios

The Piano

The Piano (Nick Cave)

The blade-like hand of the vintage wall clock struck itself to the number two; the second hand, the longer one, to the number twelve. Its pendulum swung hypnotically without rest as the clock rung cordially to what number the hour was.
The silhouette of a man can be seen in the middle of the room- the moon's blue glow shone through the slivers of the shades draping over the window near the front door, uncovering little of his facial features. His pale green eyes scoured the keys of the piano he so elegantly poured over, guiding his bony fingers to the keys he needed to form the ballad he spent countless hours writing and perfecting.
Cave realised that he'd reached the depths of the night and felt the drowsiness take over his body. But the words he said earlier, "I'll get it to you tomorrow," rang clearly in his ears like the bells of the clock on the wall. The Aussie reflected on that sentence- Why the hell did he say that? In spite of all his stupidity, he couldn't go back on this- he didn't like putting off deadlines he himself had set up. So off he went; pushing through the sluggishness he received as a result of being awake at ungodly hours. Playing, and playing, by the passing of another two hours he suddenly was overcome by dizziness. And the singer's head lowered onto the ivory keys as his eyes rolled back,
And into a state of sleep he succumbed to.