My Lucid Reality

First, I stand at the front of the stage facing toward my interest, darkness behind me, and light above, inspiration flows like a waterfall, the music is a part of me, the soul of it in my fingertips as I yield to anticipation and with the slightest movement it all begins.

Next, sitting quietly I watch the signs, the anticipation is unbearable, my hands sweat, the lights dim, the spot light burns like a candle, I have confidence as I feel the notes play through my mind, I lean forward, the moment overtaking me; it begins like a wave crashing against rocks.  I pause, take a breath, and as my lips reach their destination they purse, with calm and steady hands my fingers trace the long neck, the pressure is exact, the feeling exquisite.  I relish in the touch, the smooth perfection against my skin.  The reward to these skilled movements is a deep hum, the reverberating vibration that pulls all breath, eyes close as I savor the sound.

I find myself sitting, the dazzling implement of my desire held pressed to my shoulder, my hands lovingly upon the curves of her back, my left hand finds that most sweet bend where shoulder meets neck, I press delicately, fingers knowing their destination by instinct, my other hand whips forward and back, steady, gently, enjoying the movement, the balance, getting lost in everything as my eyes close, and the note is prolonged, sharp and beautiful, a silent cry let lose with passion and absolutely no restraint, the touch so delicate, the song so sweet, I give myself to the movement, sweat on my brow as my breathing catches with the light.  The note prolonged, at that crucial moment my arms tighten and the song continues as the lights blast me into oblivion.

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I had wanted to share a moments play with metaphor with you, I think I could take it deeper, but I’m not sure how far I can go before I have to describe each instrument in better detail.

The thought is that I am the orchestra, from the conductor to the guy in the back with the triangle, first I raise my hands and the music begins, I play the clarinet, then the violin, moving my way until I use every instrument. 

What do you think of it?  Did I stop too soon?  Should I try harder?  I have more metaphor’s I want to use in the future; it’s a game I love to play.

Thank you

Claudious