(ORP) Harmonies du Soir - Life of a Minstrel
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:45 am
It was another calm evening. The rising moon shone through the window with its gentle, silvery rays, serving as an additional source of light to the flickering of the candles in the room. The darkness slowly embraced everything outside, but Eumelia didn't mind it. She loved such velvety evenings, they were so calming - and yet, so thought-provoking.
She took a cup of mint tea, had a sip of it, then sat down next to her clavi and ran her fingers ansently on the keys. Actually, it was quite a simple object that hardly differed from a bigger wooden box at first sight. Yet, when she opened it, the strings and the complex mechanics inside made it clear even for an outside observer that it was a gentle and well-elaborated musical instrument. It was her favourite one. She had many other instuments, too - there was an old lute and a fiddle in her collection, as well - but she spent most of her evenings sitting next to the clavichord. Why did she like it so much? Becasue the clavi was just like her own soul: touchy and sensitive to the rude and untrained hands, but those who approached with kindness and caring could coax out some nice, gentle - although reasonably shy - melodies. Besides, the clavi was her last connection to her past life: she brought it with herself from her parents' house that particular evening, when she decided to start a new life. The life of freedom.
Outside the crickets began to chirp as the balmy summer evening slowly covered the landscape. Eumelia spent a few minutes on listening to these tiny little musicians created by the Gods. How simple, how undemanding little thingies they are, and how free - she pondered in herself. Then, with a bright smile on her face, she started to play a beautiful, old melody.
She took a cup of mint tea, had a sip of it, then sat down next to her clavi and ran her fingers ansently on the keys. Actually, it was quite a simple object that hardly differed from a bigger wooden box at first sight. Yet, when she opened it, the strings and the complex mechanics inside made it clear even for an outside observer that it was a gentle and well-elaborated musical instrument. It was her favourite one. She had many other instuments, too - there was an old lute and a fiddle in her collection, as well - but she spent most of her evenings sitting next to the clavichord. Why did she like it so much? Becasue the clavi was just like her own soul: touchy and sensitive to the rude and untrained hands, but those who approached with kindness and caring could coax out some nice, gentle - although reasonably shy - melodies. Besides, the clavi was her last connection to her past life: she brought it with herself from her parents' house that particular evening, when she decided to start a new life. The life of freedom.
Outside the crickets began to chirp as the balmy summer evening slowly covered the landscape. Eumelia spent a few minutes on listening to these tiny little musicians created by the Gods. How simple, how undemanding little thingies they are, and how free - she pondered in herself. Then, with a bright smile on her face, she started to play a beautiful, old melody.