Shorts, As I Write Them

by Rewan Demontay

Melody To The Stars

Author's Note:

The original basis for my work of the same name.

The piano played on, echoing from the castle balcony to the twinkling darkness above, as she cried out silently, as she keyed on, staring into the void above her, hoping, hoping for a better future.

Above, the moon’s reflecting face stared back, silent yet judging, soaking the sorrowful tunes, and returning nothing, once more, and once more, as cold as the space above, locked away in agonizing stasis.

Yellow streams of her aura enveloped her every movement, moving her weary, devastated body through her nightly ritual of soothing herself, and perhaps her sister, in spite of total exhaustion, for she must play on no matter what.

The silver light simply stood still, in no attempt to answer back, as it had been each night for the past century, slowly passing each night away, spinning away as the music softly churned in tandem with the sad she who composed it herself.

Comments

[Pete100]

Interesting