Literature
The Musician
The Musician
and The Strange Love Affair
Together they swayed. Though the music was not for the movements of the flesh, the soul had no whim other than the gentle rhythm and nuances eased out of the strings by one no so much as playing the music, but simply its catalyst into the world. The bow slid low across the strings, his fingers skipped high, sometimes with a vibrato of fevered excitement or unknowable pain and sadness; sometimes with barely a touch. The instrument herself shone in her curvaceous form, her neck almost curving behind his. With the flow of music they bobbed and rocked like the last couple on the floor. Though