Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Рождество концерт was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar печенье with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.
I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of dreamy, Зачарованная feeling. There was no one else in this magic room – no one but me, and that gorgeous Пианино that stood on the stage, tilted oh-so-invitingly in my direction. Like a мотылек, моль to a flame, I made my way down the aisle to have a better look at it.
An aching longing to play filled my heart. My old clavinova back Главная was nothing compared to this glistening instrument, the shiny-black Пианино I could only ever dream of having. Every curve was flawless, the keys spotless, every string tuned to perfection...oh, if only...but no. We couldn’t even afford lessons anymore. I’d have to wait many, many years to get something even close to it.
I reached out a tentative hand and gently caressed the polished wood, being careful not to smudge it. Was I allowed to play this piano? Would anyone see me? I could practically hear it begging me to sit on the cushioned bench and touch its smooth, black and white keys...
“Please, come and play me,” it whispered. “Come and play a song.”
Just one song...
The temptation was irresistible. Cautiously seating myself in front of it, I spread my fingers over the keyboard...and listened. A melody was just at my fingertips; I could hear the music, feel it stir inside me...
I pressed down the keys, playing hesitant scales, cords, octaves, arpeggios...and finally, something clicked. The Музыка flowed through me into the instrument, and the Пианино happily responded. A song I’d never heard before began to take shape; a song of quiet glory, humble praise, unquenchable joy...
It chased away all confusion and darkness, replacing them with a feeling of comfort and peace. I was being transported to another place; a place of warmth and light and beauty, that no shadow could ever touch. I closed my eyes and drank in the music, thanking God for this moment as it lifted me higher and higher into His presence. My fingers danced over the keys and the song kept flowing out, filling the room with glory; melody and harmony entwined with the joy of knowing my Creator, the composer of my life’s song.
I could stay here forever...
“That’s beautiful, hun.”
Startled, my head whipped ‘round toward...my Mom. I fumbled the chord I was playing, my fingers froze-—how did she get here? What happened?...
“You need to hurry up. Everyone’s waiting for Ты and it’s way past your bedtime.”
She smiled at me, but her eyes had that firm, impatient look in them; the kind your parents give Ты when they’re not swaying the way Ты want.
Feeling slightly dazed, I turned back to the keyboard and played the last few notes escaping out of my mind. The Музыка lingered in the air for a moment, and faded away. My magic world vanished into the winter night sky.
I reluctantly lifted my fingers from the keys and stood to my feet. Mom smiled again and took my hand, and we walked away – away from the church, away from the stage, away from the piano. We walked вперед – towards the door, towards the outside world, towards Anything.
But I knew I’d return, because Пианино magic always finds a way to bring Ты back.
I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of dreamy, Зачарованная feeling. There was no one else in this magic room – no one but me, and that gorgeous Пианино that stood on the stage, tilted oh-so-invitingly in my direction. Like a мотылек, моль to a flame, I made my way down the aisle to have a better look at it.
An aching longing to play filled my heart. My old clavinova back Главная was nothing compared to this glistening instrument, the shiny-black Пианино I could only ever dream of having. Every curve was flawless, the keys spotless, every string tuned to perfection...oh, if only...but no. We couldn’t even afford lessons anymore. I’d have to wait many, many years to get something even close to it.
I reached out a tentative hand and gently caressed the polished wood, being careful not to smudge it. Was I allowed to play this piano? Would anyone see me? I could practically hear it begging me to sit on the cushioned bench and touch its smooth, black and white keys...
“Please, come and play me,” it whispered. “Come and play a song.”
Just one song...
The temptation was irresistible. Cautiously seating myself in front of it, I spread my fingers over the keyboard...and listened. A melody was just at my fingertips; I could hear the music, feel it stir inside me...
I pressed down the keys, playing hesitant scales, cords, octaves, arpeggios...and finally, something clicked. The Музыка flowed through me into the instrument, and the Пианино happily responded. A song I’d never heard before began to take shape; a song of quiet glory, humble praise, unquenchable joy...
It chased away all confusion and darkness, replacing them with a feeling of comfort and peace. I was being transported to another place; a place of warmth and light and beauty, that no shadow could ever touch. I closed my eyes and drank in the music, thanking God for this moment as it lifted me higher and higher into His presence. My fingers danced over the keys and the song kept flowing out, filling the room with glory; melody and harmony entwined with the joy of knowing my Creator, the composer of my life’s song.
I could stay here forever...
“That’s beautiful, hun.”
Startled, my head whipped ‘round toward...my Mom. I fumbled the chord I was playing, my fingers froze-—how did she get here? What happened?...
“You need to hurry up. Everyone’s waiting for Ты and it’s way past your bedtime.”
She smiled at me, but her eyes had that firm, impatient look in them; the kind your parents give Ты when they’re not swaying the way Ты want.
Feeling slightly dazed, I turned back to the keyboard and played the last few notes escaping out of my mind. The Музыка lingered in the air for a moment, and faded away. My magic world vanished into the winter night sky.
I reluctantly lifted my fingers from the keys and stood to my feet. Mom smiled again and took my hand, and we walked away – away from the church, away from the stage, away from the piano. We walked вперед – towards the door, towards the outside world, towards Anything.
But I knew I’d return, because Пианино magic always finds a way to bring Ты back.
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not by blood, then by what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a розовый рубашка and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.