This took me quite a while, I would love to see what you think this story was about in your replies. It just might be something else other than what you originally thought after reading. I hope you guys enjoy it! Now let me describe to you the tale of the violinist One day he took a walk out in the thick foggy mist Over the corner of his eye he spots a strange figure A looming shadow over his shoulders he felt The clink of a bottle, the shattering sound within himself Surrounded by polluted thoughts His breath freezes over the chin under his mouth His throat begins to tighten, his nostrils clotted with silt And now something deep inside brings on a feel of guilt An orchestra of strings ringing ever so loud he closes his eyes, the imagery of the crowd emerges As he played ever faithfully, he looked over yonder what did he spot, a lady in blue you cannot miss her Everything that circled him All but a composition of black and white He played ever so faithfully, but try as hard as he might This lady in blue sways him away from all else There’s nothing but she and him As the crowd disperses the confrontation begins sweat drips from the edge of his chin no words were uttered, it was a beautiful silence To the ears, it was of nothingness Created by the indescribable emptiness With his instrument of seduction, he plays Every so faithfully and beautifully was the sound devoted A feeling that felt so real, and alive you could barely hold it The soft breeze in the air as she sang ever so peacefully An unexpected shock of a sound portraying such raw beauty And as the music seemed to stop time itself for these two that met Very soon this tale would grow grim as time would collect Now listen closely for those who care to hear Of the murder on the alley someone held dear, On the fifth day of November he made his way to the theater On the sign in list, slowly he signed his signature Strolled onto the stage and sat down A deadly silence creeps about this man’s conscience But as he prepared to play the constant fear was all gone suddenly interrupted by a welcoming voice It was just as soothing, and lulling, all the same But there was something different, the essence of shame The clock struck twelve, And the man gazed through the door To see her lady in blue, and another man on the floor With a tight grip on his instrument he trembled Clearly, his heart and dedication to all else crumbled A scream in the room, shattered glass on the ground he opens his eyes, realization comes to mind A shock of pain, of a sharp feeling from behind The trail ends here in the shocking conclusion Of the talent, and gifted intellect he was His fame, his fortune, the murder of this time the lady in blue walks away without a trace The man he loves watches the reflection of his face A new day dawns, as the man opens the doorway to the stage To the familiar crowd of black and white, And the lady in beige.
Whoa, really cool stuff here! The story seems to be about a murder (the lady being some temptation to kill) and the violinist playing to keep himself away from his shame...you can correct me if I'm wrong, cuz I probably am! There are some grammar errors, so go through it again and improve your flow/grammar
hey there, Thank you for the reply, i really appreciate it! Haha I'd like to apologize for any grammer mistakes. I'll be back to tell you what really happened in this story, it was meant to be confusing, so it was not as easy to figure out, you're pretty close. Hint, there are four characters within this story.
it's a very rare piece. very different. well written with a good choice of words. i was a bit confused though in the second last stanza. the scene took longer to understand than the others. neat choice of a story. the use of "ever so.." in the first half of the piece did seem a bit cliche. great work...seriously!