Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:24:49 GMT -8
Sometimes there can be too much quiet, no matter how much you love a place, or the people in it. I moved to Istas to make music, and found success only in throwing parties. The song seems lost in the laughter. I find more often I am playing music from when I was a child, my composition books filled with the scores of others, instead of my own; perfect notations of harmonies I learned from Old Atya, my grandfather... I wish he was here now, I miss his shoulder to cry on. Pangs of anger when I feel lonely, unable to reach out even to find his grave, its been twenty years since I saw him last, all connection to the family I was born to gone with his passing. They stopped visiting after you were gone Atya. I reached into my shirt for your ring, and remembered I'd given it away to find you. I should get it back, I don't think you can be found.
A man who taught me composition at the conservatory told me my music was only suitable to the dead, that I might be able to write a masterpiece, but an opus to the dying would never be popular... I cut his tongue out a week before my final examination, not believing he was being fair in his evaluation. I still passed his class, but now I wonder if he was wrong. Witch, dark spirit, perhaps there were some truths to the names I was called. I wanted the highest rank and I got it, I wanted my conservatory and it was given to me, I wanted The Muse, I wanted the Gregorson's library, I want... I always get what I want... I want my grandfather back...I want to remember where I grew up... before the conservatory... before mother got pregnant again and ruined everything. I should go back to the beginning, but I don't know where that is. Some time away, I can take a room in Britain, maybe find some record to track down. Maybe find the past...
A man who taught me composition at the conservatory told me my music was only suitable to the dead, that I might be able to write a masterpiece, but an opus to the dying would never be popular... I cut his tongue out a week before my final examination, not believing he was being fair in his evaluation. I still passed his class, but now I wonder if he was wrong. Witch, dark spirit, perhaps there were some truths to the names I was called. I wanted the highest rank and I got it, I wanted my conservatory and it was given to me, I wanted The Muse, I wanted the Gregorson's library, I want... I always get what I want... I want my grandfather back...I want to remember where I grew up... before the conservatory... before mother got pregnant again and ruined everything. I should go back to the beginning, but I don't know where that is. Some time away, I can take a room in Britain, maybe find some record to track down. Maybe find the past...