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milliways_bar2012-04-02 08:45 pm
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Bars are loud places; it goes with the territory. But sometimes, there is order hidden in the chaos, music hidden in the noise. Take tonight, for example. If one were to listen closely, one might hear the slow, measured steps of time, shifting one season to the next, soft and gentle as the first kiss of the sun after winter has run its course. The albino young man at the piano coaxes these sweet sounds from the ivory keys, as though by music alone he might gently urge the world, its melody still sleepy and slow, into wakefulness.
Eventually, the tempo rises - the sun has returned with the onset of spring and the world must answer. Must awaken, and grow. And wake it does, bursting forth with cascading flowers of many colors like so many rushing streams, free of winter's icy grip and swollen with melted snow, sap rising in the trees, sprouting new leaves the color of the pianist's laughing eyes.
Someone may have had a nap in the spring sunshine today, since it's finally warm enough to be decent for outdoor napping. He must have felt the need to compose about it.
Silly cat.
Eventually, the tempo rises - the sun has returned with the onset of spring and the world must answer. Must awaken, and grow. And wake it does, bursting forth with cascading flowers of many colors like so many rushing streams, free of winter's icy grip and swollen with melted snow, sap rising in the trees, sprouting new leaves the color of the pianist's laughing eyes.
Someone may have had a nap in the spring sunshine today, since it's finally warm enough to be decent for outdoor napping. He must have felt the need to compose about it.
Silly cat.