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"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.
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.