Silenced Harmony

The subtle sounds of a nocturne illuminated the rustic hall, as its poetry satisfied the hall’s urge for beauty. Isolated within the fading hall was a piano, shadowed by its usual associate. Its associate was decrepit man. His frail fingers promenaded across the ebony keys with each finger singing its own story. He was a sad being, physically defective and emotionally impaired. Upon his finger was a gleaming ring. Its reflections portrayed a life of solitude, angst and emptiness…

The scent of abundance filled the air as the ocean sprayed its joy upon a fruitful child. He could hear the acoustics of the sea, its colorful sounds calling its surroundings to escape its world. The chords of nature were joined by its principal - the voices of her mother’s piano. She was playing a transparent piece, one which portrayed a man’s emotional visibilities. Transcended by the piece he urged his mother to teach her of its beauty. Escaping the natural artistry, he ran back into his house hoping to befriend the piano. His mother rested his fluid fingers upon the piano keys as he immediately was subdued by its melodious sentiment.

“Jacob, the piano is not an item to just be played but rather a spirit which takes you on a journey. Its music isn’t just sound but a friend in times of need. Seeing is nothing compared to hearing the art of a piano. So Jacob you are blessed that you can hear the beauty of sound.”

The tranquility of her mother’s guidance struck happiness into the child. Swiftly his left hand brushed the brail above the keys. The other hand started to play. It seemed that he had found his eternal kin…

Brilliances above the ebony sky awed the naked sea below as night blanketed the dying day. The gleaming black piano sat alone on its stage, as at night it was solitarily confined within a world of darkness. The static reserve of night was unusually broken by the afflictions and calamities between two hostilities; one a mother the other a father. Each of their discords suppressed its surroundings, its words filled with angst and hate. The dissonances eventually reached the bordering cradle of innocence. The child was caught by the bleeding sounds of rancor. As the child’s ears lead him towards the cacophonies, each step delivered heavy red tears. The child’s whispering tears were concealed by the surrounding discords, his ears pressed against the cold, hard shell of angst. Within the shell was a continuing feud for superiority, one against the other. The dins of malice where abruptly silenced by the sound of a crashing soundboard. The scent of death filled its own atmosphere as blood could be smelt from the fouled piano. The father blinded by his own arrogance left his own world behind, ignoring the tarnished child beside him. Entering the pandemonium the child felt the chill of death tingling up his frail spine. The scent of silence conquered the child’s body as he touched the tainted spirit. Within its arms was a silenced angel, her only abiding gift was a ring lodged between her ethereal fingers. The pale hands of the child grasped the ring, hoping its shadow would be reborn into a sphere of harmony…

The nocturne slowly crept to a close as the decrepit man saw his life flash past him. He left the rustic hall, leaving behind a long array of deep poetry.

The soft chords of a lucid piano were allured by a vast crowd, each ear captured by its peaceful composure. The consort behind the piano was an auspicious figure within the music industry. Her emotional complexities were portrayed within each piece she played, thus making her pieces “unique” over the others. The end of her lavish concerto magnified a need for an encore within the satisfied crowd. Again she wooed the crowd of its urges, breathing life into the defined concert hall. But the fame and glory within her growing population of admirers faded upon the arrival of her real life, the life one forged …

Within her home, a husband outshined by her wife’s arrogance felt both neglected and intimated by her founded success lay present. Behind the wife’s flourishing career was a marriage choked by conflict and resentment. Each hostile was a solitary being within its own wilderness, one a failed pianist, the other a succeeded one. Their marriage was parallel to one’s opus upon a parched paper, its poetry filled with dynamic vicissitudes. The father was lost within a sphere of failures; each of its reminiscences burdened his dry soul. He was psychotically strained by its sword as it wounded his withering psyche. The mother was a delicate being. She was easily piqued by her husband’s contempt. Her continuous successes brought the father closer to a noxious brink. Each day his cynicisms developed, its poison eventually percolating into his dying soul.

A wedding ring poised between a mother’s adroit fingers resonated upon a gleaming piano, alone on its stage. A father defeated by his own intrinsic demon, entered the austere stage. His distant hands lodged a silenced angel into the chaste piano. Each blow from the chaste piano sired eluding harmonies away as a mother left her solitary childhood forever…




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