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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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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Hello!
Jan12

Hello!

(11 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s exclamation) The young elf hears my voice; a brilliance of joy fills me. I reach for her again, learning how to move her. She does not hear more. Her touch is warm, her caress moves me. I need; her. Music, must, with her. O, the ache of her.    ...

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The Awakening
Jan01

The Awakening

(1 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s interjection) The young elf sings me her name in the night; her secret name. Liquid, warm and precious, splashes upon my heartwood. It is my first memory. My thought next, a probing wonderment. But she does not hear. I have so many questions. But foremost of all, “Is she mine?” Now I wait. For her. Music make. With her. Oh, the ache of her.  ...

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