Friday, December 08, 2006

Chopin - Preludes

Up, down, down to the depths of the sea and all inside a gilded box. Tighter and tighter and back again, soaring and plummeting the sweat and the tears flowing but so reserved, the gentleman and his fiery steed, the fox and the bear and the unending struggle for air, just a breath of air and the sea, the sea. Bent upon the keyboard grand spectacle and faster, faster flows the fire unquenchable. Phillistines bowing before the God of heaven and the ark of the covenant and the Crimea snow covered and deathlike. FASTER, FASTER, spin the planets and suck the big bang into a ball, singularity becoming tinier and tinier and then silence. Cheers of the multitude. Death on a Sunday. The Queen bows and places the crown at the feet of a beggar, and silence. Silence.

--LC

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