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Just a scene, an image.


Submitted:Jan 19, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


As he plays, slowly at first, drawing his bow across the silver violin strings, it flows out. A deep red from one side, a regal gold from the other, they flow outward and stretch theircolor and light to the audience that isn't there. Ribbons of red and gold, an extension of the violinist himself, like some magnificent creature's arms, extend farther and farther. Then these colors begin to move closer, and as the ribbons touch they speed up with the tempo. Twisting and wrapping around the other like lovers long separated. Their courtshipmagnificent, leaving behind it such trails of beauty. Then, slowly, a new sound is heard. It flows from behind the shiny black gloss of the piano. A melancholy silver and blueemerge, wrapping themselves around and around the piano and its player, displaying its own courtship dance. And so the violinist and the pianist played to that dark and emptyhouse. A symphony of sound and colors, played for no one, and unseen by all.





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