It was center stage again, a midst the familiar never ending
expanse of the theater. The familiar smell of old parchment alive, lying
abandoned across the floor. Familiar were the remnants of emotions, of a
something that was to be.
Tonight. He waited. He yearned. He contemplated. He was
never so sure. But it was all to be proved.
A proof that all that he was tonight could be a winner. All
with a sole reason, to bring her back to life.
Tonight. He feared none, his skepticism a bay.
Tonight was his last chance, perhaps the only in eternity to
ever have art and passion by his side. She was a marvel, chaste and fiery. Reasoning
was ought to be belittled.
The evil sat in his corner, amused as the clock chimed. It was about time.
And so it began with a whisper to her ear, a gentle laugh after which he held her close in one soft stance. Mellow, turbulence of intricacy trebled in the air as the music sublimed to deafen again. He hummed as he swiftly moved, not leaving her eyes even once. Emotion was all that he needed to win her back. Pulsating brilliantly in his being, the emotion that was to be shared.They waltzed through the night, into the arms of the morning sun skirting them like a pyre, and beyond,across the stage, until she fell limp again and her eyes closed mirroring the beautiful corpse that haunted him. The corpse that had brought him back from his own dirge, from monotony to a blazing energy within him, back to his work, his art. She was no inspiration but now he was driven with all his might for her, for all that he had. Knowledge of the fictitious and noble beliefs alike. And all the worldly disguise. His art was his treasure, every note, each score, a melody of his own but here, in his arms lay the encore. Encore! of the all that had a meaning, something more powerful than what he could ever reason about. She inspired him, and now she couldn’t just bid goodbye. But she had,an impulsive surmise.
The evil sat in his corner, amused as the clock chimed. It
was about time.
He stood with the cold corpse in his arms, radiant in the light,
radiant as she once was...when she was alive. He remembered telling her it was all in vain,it was a treacherous bay. To this she had always been aside,she never meant goodbye. Now,in his arms she was away,ensued by all that was unfair. Emotion gutted every inch of him.And here, she whispered softly to his ears, and smiled. Caught
the shock in his eyes, and this time swirled along his side to face the evil
and usher a goodbye. “Au revoir!” most pleasantly, the general coy, to only hum
from where he had left, dancing back into a day of their own until the curtains
closed yet again and dusk lingered. Away they would be again,treachery,treachery!
The old parchment had read, “About time”. And that was once
on a good summer’s eve.
A performance it was, you waltzed right into the dusk if one can put it that way.
ReplyDeleteEvery word smelled of the setting.
The stage, parchment, two people dancing and the evil smile.
A sharp yet lingering touch.
*Goosebumps*
Lovely read!
Glad you liked it. theaTORS tends to inspire me in plenty. That piece of music was the perfect stimulus!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading,means a lot to me.
And when they danced, they danced alone.
ReplyDeleteI was there as they danced. As they waltzed through the dazzling light and the performance. As he looked in her eyes. Her. She. The inspiration. The muse. The void. It was his last chance. To have Art and passion by his side. Yet the evil sat and the clock chimed, and all he could do was hold on to her. For her the eyes may have dimmed. For her were the words whispered. For her the smile given. Yet...the evil sat and watched. And the clock chimed. It was about time.
A wonderful piece of writing. I loved it from the start and of course, there is no end. Furthermore, of course the stage. The theatre. And now that I am re-reading it and writing about it, there is something more to it than it would otherwise be.
Loved it thoroughly. Excellent writing. It was not that I could see them dancing. Your writing made it so much more easier. I was there, with them! Thank you for the read!