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Arabesque No. 1

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8 months ago
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Few hours ago I was able to write another story. I was in the mood of writing because the moment favors me and my imagination. The night's so quiet and peaceful and the weather was really cold. So here I am again sharing you another yet beautiful story.

Arabesque No. 1

Such tune I never dared imagine playing but my fingers sways along its pace; gracefully, each trying to reach keys befitting the soothing music.

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Arabesque No. 1

Such piece I never dared imagine playing but wondered how'd it feel, perhaps. Is it dancing on air with your eyes closed, swaying your body to the intoxicating music? Perhaps it's letting your sink down the warm sand, letting the waves gently hit your feet, arms sprawled apart; feeling the ocean breeze gently brush against your skin.

For so long, I've dreamed of time and space becoming the finest point imaginable, time collapsing into one tiny speck and exploding in light speed, seeing galaxies instead of irides.

But my fingers could only play Satie's Gymnopedie No. 1 on loop. Like it's the only feeling I ever feel the entire time. It's melancholic, drab; and yet it still depicts beauty; such intoxicating sorrow. The melody's a single, flowing line of quarter notes, raising and lowering like ocean waves. The melody bears no real meaning behind it, you just have to have yourself be swept away into a world of color, reflection and imagination; creating it as if it's your owns.

"Ophelia" Devon's voice rang through her ears, lids slowly fluttering open; she sat up properly, ceasing any contact with the bleak wall in a jiffy.

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." She admits, letting her fingernails gently brush against her scalp, creating friction to slightly ease the throbbing pain reverbrating inside her head.

"Yeah, Kita's gonna be mad if he was the one who saw you dozing off." Her ears perked at the mention of her friend's name, a lopsided smile immediately gracing the lady's lips.

"Kita, he's like Chopin's music, you know?"

"What?"

"Simply put, Chopin's music flows like water. It's intoxicating, gorgeous and melodic."

"So you're sayin' you admire Kita?" A soft pang suddenly hits her chest, like Cupid shooting her arrows, except, instead of affection, she felt nervousness rising from the pits.

She stood up from where she was sitting, waving her hands vaguely in front of her classmates, brows arched in a concerned manner, lips curving into a nervous smile. "Haha, it's not like that. I'm just saying that he's calm, like water, y'know."

Do I?

Their small conversation was then interrupted by none other than Kita himself; speak of the devil; he knocked on the club room's door before steeping in, citrine hues landing on Ophelia's.

"Dev." His voice; calm and soothing, it felt like listening to another piano piece. "Let's go." Lids fluttering to blink as soft gaze turned slightly sharp gazing back at her. "And as for you Ophelia-" she could listen to him utter her name the whole day with that soft voice, how pleasing; "-you'll be left with cleaning duties with the twins, so don't doze off next time." Ah crap. It seems she was found out one way or another.

She could only unfetter a laugh. "Got it. Have a safe trip home." With that being said, after exchanging goodbye's, the two exits the room; Kita however, looked back before Ophelia could move about to fix her stuff.

"Ophelia." A smile graces Kita's lips. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you." With that, he completely left.

For some reason, Kita reminded her of the familiar tune that suddenly plays in her head. Arabesque No.1.

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It started with Debussy's Arabesque. I remember simply dreaming of it; simply dreaming of playing it with my own hands- until it came to me.

Soft and mellow, calm and soothing, it slowly started to play-along with her graceful movements. Looking at him simply reminded me of Arabesque. That's when I realized-Ah, this must what falling in love sound like.

Soon, Arabesque slowly started to fade, as our relationship blooms, Debussy's Claire De Lune then started to play-like the moon reflecting over water. I felt like I could finally breathe underwater.

"Ophelia" Like that time, Devon's voice fills her ears; however, this time, Ophelia felt slightly swayed, as if remembering something -which she really is.

She slowly turns, a sigh unfettering her now pale lips, "Give me a second." she pleads, as she stares over the ocean -sparkling and blue. The cool water laps at her feet, fizzing and bubbling upon the primrose sand. There is this steady warmth along the breeze of the wind. Soon enough, the stars will glow, keeping the day in a pocket to shine all throughout the night.

The warm sun bids her goodbye, just like Kita.

That's when she remembered what Claire De Lune was originally called- "Promenade Sentimentale." she mutters to herself, the warm breeze gently swaying.

*End*

*Lead image is from girlinbluemusic.com

*Photo credits to abc.net.au and girlinbluemusic.com

PS: Thank you so much dear readers for the time you've given reading my articles and my stories. Many thanks from the bottom of my heart.

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This is my first time I'm coming across something like this, need to explore more :)

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8 months ago

It's about a piano piece sis....

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8 months ago

Never heard of that music. Will try now.

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8 months ago

It's a piano piece.

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8 months ago

Love this

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