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[collie.livejournal.com]

For lotrips100:


"The sax wailed and sobbed. The piano dreamed behind it."
- Drawing Blood by Poppy Z. Brite. P. 90.

Timbre (Viggo)

He had not touched his piano in months.

As the sad wail of the saxophone curled in his ear like the comforting embrace of an old friend, Viggo sat at his piano. He laid his fingers gently on the keys, feeling them imprint on the thin layer of dust that had collected. He found middle C and pressed down gently, the strong, lucid tone clearing his head.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to sway, fingers picking out the perfect accompaniment to the saxophone. The dance was familiar to him, and they met in his mind like two lovers.

Comments

[andrealyn]

That was amazing. It just resonates as such a beautifully pieced together bit of story and I love all the music sidenotes. Gorgeous :)

[collie.livejournal.com]

Thank you :D

[lainy122.livejournal.com]

That is a seriously cool book - love that Poppy *g*

[collie.livejournal.com]

Me too. Drawing Blood is my favorite PZB book.

[loose-your-dogs.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh
Oh lovely, quiet, sweet-drifting drabble.
It made my eyes close, my head fall back and my mouth open, sighing. The way piano music does.

[collie.livejournal.com]

Wheee! Glad you liked it, sweetie.

[azrhiaz.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Slow curl of atmosphere. Yes. :)

[collie.livejournal.com]

Thank you :) I gave Viggo my appreciation for pianos. Heh.