Esther walked the practice room halls in deep thought. The building had a new-building smell of carpet and paint; yawning hallways lined with sound-proof rooms all closed but one. The cracked door allowed the melody to escape and she experienced the music being played with pent-up fervor. Esther was drawn to the room but stood outside – back pressed against the cool wall frozen and compelled to listen to the beautiful song.
The musician was playing from a passionate place. It was a melody Esther had never heard, but her heart knew it well. Though the song was unfamiliar and unwritten, it resonated with her. She was seduced to stay as her heart sang the wordless lyrics. Esther closed her eyes as a salty tear slipped to her lips; her heart exposed and melting as the song played on swelling with every note.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Blog #7 Lisa "Esther's Song"
This is from a story I started 10 years ago:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Wow, what a powerful and moving post. I love the salty tear touching her lips. I love how moved she was by the music. Beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteNice auditory imagery!
ReplyDeleteWell done. I started reading wondering how you could possibly incorporate taste. Nice work with the salty tears. So the real question here is why is it just "started"? We must learn more of this mysterious musician! :-)
ReplyDeleteOK, Lisa, I want to hear that piece! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you all.. it is part of the only piece of fiction I have ever attempted Ichabod. I am so thrilled you would want to read more.
ReplyDeleteIt was modeled after the "practice rooms" at Shorter College but if there was a model for the mysterious musician, it would be my son who just graduated from Carson Newman with a Music Degree and is going to Grad school in the fall. The girl... the one I wish he would marry... who is in fact FICTIONAL!! The perfect girl for any of my three sons do not exist. As you mothers of sons know. Thanks again for your encouragement, you make me want to finish it someday..
Ah, I remember those practice rooms at Shorter. They did inspire a strange awe.
ReplyDelete