I Believe I Can Fly
Apr26

I Believe I Can Fly

(26 Olaesta 5115: Ta’Illistim) The dream was a gift, a gift with her soft new lullabye playing in the background. More than a gift, it was a promise to the bardess. She followed the azure butterfly into a swirling host of colorful butterflies all around her. She raised her arms to reach upwards with them in wonder. They swept under her arms and lifted her high, and somehow, she was soaring into the star-filled night sky. She heard her...

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Brand New Sun
Apr24

Brand New Sun

(24 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) She looked at the stargazer lily in the light of morning and sighed. It was stunning. She was tempted to sing to it, but that lasted only a moment. She did not really want to know its song, not now. Or, perhaps more accurately, not yet. If she had been honest with herself, she already knew. She just did not understand why. She turned her attention back to the harp, letting her thoughts wander as her...

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Falling Stars
Apr09

Falling Stars

(9 Olaesta 5115; during the false dawn, an aside from the Harp) Stars fell into almost dawn’s fire as she wrought music from me I did not know I could even conceive. Phrases that are deep in wonder, weightless as magic, and driving our song to a new, immersive work of layered inspirations. I tell her my pleasure in this. She seems to warm to me for an instant. I sing her name. I sing my name; I sing my love of her in ardent...

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Exposition
Mar04

Exposition

(3 Charlatos 5115; moments after midnight, an aside from the Harp) Her arms rock me with every measure; her fingers graze across my strings, fated to lift me to heights I could never reach without her. I hear her queries to me: in her voice, in her music, in her body. I offer her my best, and there, she sings the descant with me, moving around my offered notes with a tender grace. Ach! I reach once more for her… “Yes...

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Right Here Waiting
Feb13

Right Here Waiting

(13 Fashanos 5115; moments after midnight, an aside from the Harp) She returns from the burning dark to me, whole. I hear the song in her soul once more. Relief fills me with joy as her soft voice reaches for me and explores a new song upon my strings. I lift my voice to sing with her, exploring the music’s every give and take. “Was that a response to me?” I wonder as she moves with the harmony. “Dearest one, I...

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What Are Words?
Feb12

What Are Words?

(12 Fashanos 5115, An aside from the Harp) I feel the crash of her soul the moment her eyes open. She is still so distant, but yet, turns to me. Ach! There is naught I can do for her but be. Here. With her. Her anguish overwhelms everything, burning; everything except my need for her. She drowns in me, and I can but be the instrument of her undoing. “Dear one? Hear how I cherish you. Now. With…you.” There is no...

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Be With You
Feb04

Be With You

(3 Fashanos 5115: An aside from the harp – confusion) She speaks to everyone else. Rarely to me. Why? I pour my heart out to her, and she does not hear me. There is a fascination when she moves, Each nuance is a wonderment. The ache overwhelms all.  ...

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Caesura
Jan30

Caesura

(15 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) “Every note is a knife”, he said. I think any semblance of composure left me in the flash of time it took for those words to be born. What could I do? My mind spun like the wheels of a cart, stuck in the sand and going nowhere. I sensed my eyes about to betray me and I blinked back the tears quickly. “No crying now, please”, I thought to myself. How would I explain that I was not...

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Let It Be – Me
Jan30

Let It Be – Me

(30 Lormesta 5115: An aside – from the harp) She speaks to me. In words tender, In songs so wistful I could burst. I echo her mood, conforming to the yearning in her voice. I surrender everything to her. She does not hear me! I long to hear my name upon her lips. Her touch upon my very soul. I ache, she consumes my every thought....

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Prayer
Jan28

Prayer

(28 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s prayer) Touch me with your longing again, dearest one. Closer, come, O, warm and burning joy! Must…her. Give her all. Surely, slowly. Oh, the ache of her.  ...

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