Her beleaguered eyes found no solace in closing. Instead,
the empty apparitions of the night haunted her lonely and pensive soul. Silence
pursued her with fiery vengeance for every word she had spoken, or left
unspoken. Stillness clawed her heart for every idle moment and every misplaced
step she had unfortunately wrought. Darkness burned her mind for every deep and
shallow thought she had dared to think. Thus the night had chained her,
petrified, upon the bed of her remorse.
But
then a sound, barely distinguishable from the silence surrounding her, played
in a long, beautiful note. It was softly, but purposefully, joined by others
until a graceful and placid harmony was formed. As each note peacefully echoed
into her ear, the bonds of the sepulchral night were shattered from her mind
Her
feet lightly touched the cold wooden floor as she soundlessly glided down the
hallway towards the author of her freedom. She arrived at the open doorway of
the study and stood breathlessly as her eyes beheld the display. A lone figure
sat at the piano, gently pressing its ivory keys. His face was illuminated by
the glow from the full moon, which shone through a large window. The entire
room was basked in luminescence and shadow.
She
stood and watched, not daring to interrupt such an ethereal scene, fearing that
even the slightest disturbance would break its link to her reality. Every
second passed as an eternity – holding all the history, beauty, and depth that
a soul could contain. The bookcases which lined the wall seemed to grow taller
as they reached into shadows untouched by the moon’s illumination. They stood
as sober and salient guards of the knowledge and wisdom contained within their
chests. Against the wall opposite her stood an erect and lonely clock, its face
scantly lit by the reflection of the moon atop the polished piano. The pianist
seemed to play with the tick of the second hand, as if time were the very meter
of his heart and mind.
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