Music, as clear and bright as springtime rain, blossoms in the longing optimism that one day a flower will grow this late in the season. Surrounded by a cascade of the most delicate droplets of rain, each a new note singing out beyond the garden. There isn’t a cloud in sight.
It is in that garden, fresh with silent spring grass, that the pianist lies beneath the music, waiting for a soloist to call to him above the voices of the choir; a flower to stand over the grass. He waits for a mistress to call to him; the perfect aria to blossom the music beating in his soul. He waits there in a long, dramatic pause as the rain fades out and the world stops singing.
The musician, the pianist’s hands remain empty, his fingers still and his heart beating with anticipation.
The sun continues to shine. Another springtime without flowers; a choir with no soprano. Around here, there is only love, beauty and springtime. The dregs of Winter and long, drawn out shadows have long melted.
To this day, I still don’t know why the flowers don’t grow.
Comments
Cavalcaderl | June 6, 2010 - 18:07
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A really lovely story.
Pianists,choir,flowers,
Mistress and the dregs of winter
and long,drawn out shadows have
long melted.
To this day,I still don't know
why the flowers don't grow.
Beautiful,but you mention
the painists lies beneath the music.
do you mean he was dead
julie.
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SugarHorse | June 6, 2010 - 19:32
Thank you for your kind words, Julie :)
In answer to your question, what I intended was that he's lying in the grass, inspired by nature to write his music, hoping that one day a woman - a "soloist"/"mistress" - will love him and his music. However, I do like your interpretation of him being dead; if not literally, at least as a metaphor for his state of mind.
"To this day, I still don’t know why the flowers don’t grow." The narrator doesn't understand why nobody loves him. Deep down, the narrator does.
Thank you again, Julie. Thank you for your comment and interpretation. xx
Cavalcaderl | June 7, 2010 - 07:27
New SugarHorse
Thankyou so much for explaining,
it for me,I pick or see into poems,
and stories differently.Sorry if not
quite right,your way is more exciting hope.
julie xx
SugarHorse | June 7, 2010 - 23:48
I actually really liked your interpretation, it doesn't matter that it wasn't what I initially intended. Stories and poems like tend to be ambiguous, so it adds more variety and different ideas arise from them. Thank you for helping me see it from a different perspective. :) xx
rjnewlyn | June 10, 2010 - 00:15
This is very wonderful. Very ethereal and, like you say, open to many interpretations. But it's the feeling that matters and it's certainly intensely present here.
Rob
SugarHorse | June 15, 2010 - 15:20
Thank you very much, Rob, it means alot that you think that. I'm really glad you liked this :) xx