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Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.

Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
 
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in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
 
The music had arrived in a beautiful box. Sheets of handwritten parchment, notes beautifully dancing across the page. This was simple, yet melodically complex. It was as if the composer allowed for the musician to play the music however she wished. There was a written note that instructed her to memorize the piece, yet not to play for 2 days hence and to begin at midnight.

She was scared, yet intrigued as to why the secret. For 2 days she sight read the music, yet never played it on the keyboard. The music was haunting yet addictive. Two days passed and she snuck down the hallway with the music to the music room. She worried about her parents, but she had laid the groundwork that she had been restless and wanted to play off her energy.

She pushed back the lid of the keyboard and placed the music before her. Closing her eyes she began to play. A sense of peace entered her as the music took life. She leaned her head back and drowned her senses in the notes that she didn't notice the breeze that blew around her. She didn't smell the smoke from the snuffed candles that gave her light. She didn't hear the noise of nature around her.

Suddenly a sound penetrated her music. Startled she opened her eyes. She was no longer in her room but a forest glade. Her breathe quickened in cold night air and she sat frightened. It was so real that she knew she was not dreaming. Instinctively she made to get up, but something gripped her body. A force made her sit at the bench and play again. At first it was stiff music as she fought the compulsion, but then she began to relax and the music flowed freely.

She glanced around, pages floated everywhere in a slight breeze. There was a movement off to her left. She tried to turn her head, but the compulsion would not let her. She felt heat at her back. Instinctively She knew it was a man. She sat playing as this mans hands moved to her shoulders lightly touching, not interfering with her movements.

She panicked again just a bit but the compulsion calmed her and she watched large masculine hands move up and down her arms. Heavy deep breaths next to her ear and she melted into the music, making the melody sensual. Kisses trailed up her spine as she sat and played. Suddenly she shifted into another piece. She didn't know the piece but somehow she played from her soul. Panting heavily with a sexual hunger she was lifted and placed in a large lap.

Magically the piano became larger and the music grew more complex. She looked to see her hands were running up larger more powerful arms. Deep sounds were coming out of the piano, hungry sounds. Now she could feel another heartbeat against her back. She didn't want to acknowledge the heat she felt lower.

As if sensing the attention she was placing on the player, the music turned into a caress with playful placement of notes as if her body was being touched and teased.

She lay back against the warm body, enclosed in his arms, her senses washed in music. The atmosphere would intensify and her body would quiver with climax, but then be released in whispery phrases of the song. She was edged by sound and sensation, until at last she was being compelled to sleep.

Her hands were placed back onto the keyboard and her melody was forced on her. She resisted not wanting release the moment.

She woke up in the music room. The sheets stacked neatly on the bench. Another note was written on it to play again the next night.

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Scentofawoman said:
The music had arrived in a beautiful box. Sheets if handwritten parchment, notes beautifully dancing across the page. This was simple, yet melodically complex. It was as if the composer allowed for the musician to interpretations the music however she wished. There was a beautifully written note that instructed to memorize the piece, yet not to play for 2 days hence and to begin at midnight.

She was scared, yet intrigued as to why the secret. For 2 days she sight read the music, yet never played it on the keyboard. The music was haunting yet addictive. Two days passed and she snuck down the hallway with the music to the music room. She worried about her parents, but she had laid the groundwork that she had been restless and wanted to play off her energy.

She pushed back the lid of the keyboard and placed the music before her. Closing her eyes she began to play. A sense of peace entered her as the music took life. She leaned her head back and drowned her senses in the notes that she didn't notice the breeze that blew around her. She didn't smell the smoke from the snuffed candles that gave her light. She didn't hear the noise of nature around her.

Suddenly a sound penetrated her music. Startled she opened her eyes. She was no longer in her room but a forest glade. Her breathe quickened in clod night air and she sat frightened. It was so real that she knew she was not dreaming. Instinctively she made to get up, but something gripped her body. A force made her sit at the bench and play again. At first it was stiff music as she fought the compulsion, but then she began to relax and the music flowed freely.

She glanced around, pages floated everywhere in a slight breeze. But there was a movement off to her left. She tried to turn her head, but the compulsion would not let her. She felt heat at her back. Instinctively She knew it was a man. She sat playing as this mans hands moved to her shoulders lightly touching, not interfering with her movements.

She panicked again just a bit but the compulsion calmed her and she watched large masculine hands move up and down her arms. Heavy deep breths next to her ear and she melted into the music, making the melody sensual. Kisses trailed up her spine as she sat and played. Suddenly she shifted into another piece. She didn't know the piece but somehow she played from her soul. Panting heavily with a sexual hunger she was lifted and placed in a large lap.

Suddenly the piano was larger and the music was more complex. Her hands were running up larger more powerful arms. Deep sounds were coming out of the piano, hungry sounds. Now she could feel another heartbeat against her back. She didn't want to acknowledge the heat she felt lower.

As if sensing the attention she was placing on the player, the music tired into a caress, and playful placement of notes as if her body was being touched and caressed.

She lay back against the warmth body, enclosed in his arms, her senses washed in music. The atmosphere would intensify and get body would quiver with climax, but then be released in whispery phrases. She was edged by song and sensation, until at last she was being compelled to sleep.

Her hands were forced back onto the keyboard and her melody was forced on her. She resisted not wanting release the moment.

She woke up in the music room. The sheets stacked neatly on the bench. Another note was written on it to play again the next night.

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This is beautiful!!! :D
 
Thanks guys.I had to write it. Sometimes I get lost in music. Great music. The other day it was Chopin. I'll edit This. i Just had to get if out of me.
 
Scentofawoman said:
Thanks guys.I had to write it. Sometimes I get lost in music. Great music. The other day it was Chopin. I'll edit This. i Just had to get if out of me.
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No, don't edit it Scent. The spontaneity and urgency of it is what is so striking. :)
 
Roger typed quickly. He had to get the story to the publisher is 2 days. The clicking clack of the keys drowned out all sounds except one. That one sound was driving him mad. He couldn't concentrate when he heard that sound. Sirens went by the window, clocks ticked and chimed the hours, dogs barked at people, yet he heard none if those sounds. But if he heard that one sound, that soft sound floating in the air over the clatter of keys it was like an arrow to his brain. It would freeze his hands and arrest his breathing. Everything would stop and he would hold his breath , praying he wouldn't hear it again. If he did he knew all was lost. His thoughts would be destroyed, his will to write decimated. He only had a small amount of time when the muse hits.
He glanced at the clock. 10 more minutes if he can get it. But fate was not kind. With a look up his gaze was arrested and all thoughts of writing disappeared from his mind.

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Scentofawoman said:
Roger typed quickly. He had to get the story to the publisher is 2 days. The clicking clack of the keys drowned out all sounds except one. That one sound was driving him mad. He couldn't concentrate when he heard that sound. Sirens went by the window, clocks ticked and chimed the hours, dogs barked at people, yet he heard none if those sounds. But if he heard that one sound, that soft sound floating in the air over the clatter of keys it was like an arrow to his brain. It would freeze his hands and arrest his breathing. Everything would stop and he would hold his breath , praying he wouldn't hear it again. If he did he knew all was lost. His thoughts would be destroyed, his will to write decimated. He only had a small amount of time when the muse hits.
He glanced at the clock. 10 more minutes if he can get it. But fate was not kind. With a look up his gaze was arrested and all thoughts of writing disappeared from his mind.

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Very nice Scent.
 
Scentofawoman said:
Roger typed quickly. He had to get the story to the publisher is 2 days. The clicking clack of the keys drowned out all sounds except one. That one sound was driving him mad. He couldn't concentrate when he heard that sound. Sirens went by the window, clocks ticked and chimed the hours, dogs barked at people, yet he heard none if those sounds. But if he heard that one sound, that soft sound floating in the air over the clatter of keys it was like an arrow to his brain. It would freeze his hands and arrest his breathing. Everything would stop and he would hold his breath , praying he wouldn't hear it again. If he did he knew all was lost. His thoughts would be destroyed, his will to write decimated. He only had a small amount of time when the muse hits.
He glanced at the clock. 10 more minutes if he can get it. But fate was not kind. With a look up his gaze was arrested and all thoughts of writing disappeared from his mind.

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This Roger writes like that :devil:
 
Scentofawoman said:
Roger typed quickly. He had to get the story to the publisher is 2 days. The clicking clack of the keys drowned out all sounds except one. That one sound was driving him mad. He couldn't concentrate when he heard that sound. Sirens went by the window, clocks ticked and chimed the hours, dogs barked at people, yet he heard none if those sounds. But if he heard that one sound, that soft sound floating in the air over the clatter of keys it was like an arrow to his brain. It would freeze his hands and arrest his breathing. Everything would stop and he would hold his breath , praying he wouldn't hear it again. If he did he knew all was lost. His thoughts would be destroyed, his will to write decimated. He only had a small amount of time when the muse hits.
He glanced at the clock. 10 more minutes if he can get it. But fate was not kind. With a look up his gaze was arrested and all thoughts of writing disappeared from his mind.

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LOL. Which is why you should write in the study, not in the bedroom ...
Very evocative, Scent. :cool:
 
Lol! I saw it and immediately thought of RJ bitching about not being able to concentrate on his writing. :devil:
 
Scentofawoman said:
She sat on the bow contemplating life. Her feet dangling so close to the edge. She would look into the water and wonder if she slipped in. Would she survive? Would she panic? It was a morbid curiosity, but she couldn't help thinking these thoughts. The boat smoothly glided on.

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Reminded me a bit of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26sP2WsA5cY&feature=youtube_gdata_player
 
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