Now nothing could remain as it once had been. The sound of fast piano arpeggios and chords, and a wistful prelude subtly fills the empty room, reverb evident as the sound waves reflect on its walls. A combination of instruments become one and create a melody so unique, even those who’ve dedicated their whole lives to the art of music cannot decipher its quality.
The tones of each note, all dynamically coloured and bright move in inhuman synchronicity. This is not all. A hinted ostinato consisting of syncopated and staccato chords bask in the glory of itself. The indefinite metre of untuned percussion as well as all these various elements combined produce unpredictable components to make up this enticing piece. Only I could have understood …show more content…
A familiar tune rings in my mind. At a glance, a blossoming field is sighted, but there’s no sight of any civilisation…. except a lone piano on the right. A man stands in the middle of all of this, his ragged dull clothing contrasting against the beautiful hues that the tune has produced, pushing him too and fro. As the music pushes him around, he approaches the piano, as if it was luring him. The music grows softer as he sits on the stool. It creaks as his thin physique struggles to fit. Placing his hands in position on the keys, the song picks up again but his head turns, revealing features of twisted anticipation. He continues to play the piece facing me, not looking at his fingers as they were not just moving the keys, but the keys were moving for his fingers just as though he was tranced. They were nothing more than extensions to his hands as he plays with ease. As the song reached its resolution his eyes turned a deep shade of red before a vile black ooze leaked onto the …show more content…
It didn 't really matter if I came in late, no one would have taken note. Even so, this job holds some significance and so I must adhere to the standards and requirements. Walking in, the slight gush of wind from the air-conditioning opened my eyes a bit making me feel somewhat more awake. After politely greeting wandering patients as I walked through the corridors and into the lift, I felt more relaxed. The clinic I mainly worked in was the 4th ward, where mostly recovering patients resided. The dream I had last night irked to be continued, but that would have to wait until tonight. Putting that thought aside, my day went fairly smoothly. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Until the patient meant for bed 3 arrived. It was a young fragile boy with bright blonde hair, but eyes dull as if there was no end to his internal story. I gave a small smile and received one in return. There was no small talk as I set up his bed and helped him get comfortable. After I confirmed that he would be alright I went back to my other duties.
Later that night I fell asleep almost immediately. Darkness swept in and I found myself among the room of the previous night’s dream. As if a trance had been put upon me, my body unconsciously moved forward where behind the fog that surrounded me, a piano appeared. The instrument looked all too different - pristine and untouched, like it was new. Softly pressing onto a key, the sound strangled my ears. Forced backwards,
The tones of each note, all dynamically coloured and bright move in inhuman synchronicity. This is not all. A hinted ostinato consisting of syncopated and staccato chords bask in the glory of itself. The indefinite metre of untuned percussion as well as all these various elements combined produce unpredictable components to make up this enticing piece. Only I could have understood …show more content…
A familiar tune rings in my mind. At a glance, a blossoming field is sighted, but there’s no sight of any civilisation…. except a lone piano on the right. A man stands in the middle of all of this, his ragged dull clothing contrasting against the beautiful hues that the tune has produced, pushing him too and fro. As the music pushes him around, he approaches the piano, as if it was luring him. The music grows softer as he sits on the stool. It creaks as his thin physique struggles to fit. Placing his hands in position on the keys, the song picks up again but his head turns, revealing features of twisted anticipation. He continues to play the piece facing me, not looking at his fingers as they were not just moving the keys, but the keys were moving for his fingers just as though he was tranced. They were nothing more than extensions to his hands as he plays with ease. As the song reached its resolution his eyes turned a deep shade of red before a vile black ooze leaked onto the …show more content…
It didn 't really matter if I came in late, no one would have taken note. Even so, this job holds some significance and so I must adhere to the standards and requirements. Walking in, the slight gush of wind from the air-conditioning opened my eyes a bit making me feel somewhat more awake. After politely greeting wandering patients as I walked through the corridors and into the lift, I felt more relaxed. The clinic I mainly worked in was the 4th ward, where mostly recovering patients resided. The dream I had last night irked to be continued, but that would have to wait until tonight. Putting that thought aside, my day went fairly smoothly. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Until the patient meant for bed 3 arrived. It was a young fragile boy with bright blonde hair, but eyes dull as if there was no end to his internal story. I gave a small smile and received one in return. There was no small talk as I set up his bed and helped him get comfortable. After I confirmed that he would be alright I went back to my other duties.
Later that night I fell asleep almost immediately. Darkness swept in and I found myself among the room of the previous night’s dream. As if a trance had been put upon me, my body unconsciously moved forward where behind the fog that surrounded me, a piano appeared. The instrument looked all too different - pristine and untouched, like it was new. Softly pressing onto a key, the sound strangled my ears. Forced backwards,