Banshee (188 hits)
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Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (View user info) at 2006-11-07 00:30:58 EST
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I caught you.
You didn't see me, as I peered around the corner. You didn't notice as I watched you walk down that hallway, didn't stop and flush when I caught you singing. There was no cringe of embarrassment, no sudden turn of the spigot from which music flows.
I smiled as you continued, for it's the best kind of song, the kind no one is supposed to hear, the only ears graced by the notes your own. There is no fear, no wavering, no self-consciousness of having to prove yourself, so the voice is pure, the epitome of one's skill.
So as I stood there, my fingers curled around the wall as I eavesdropped, I couldn't help but applaud you silently in my mind. I leaped to the feet I was already standing on, clapping furiously as I screamed "Encore! Encore!" without ever making a sound.
And then you disappeared into a doorway, and were gone.
The disappointment that filled my chest was intoxicating, and soon I felt my legs go weak as the world began spinning around me. Here was the fabled Siren's song, the most melodic sounds known to man, and I had only been able to partake in it for a mere moment.
And it was all because you had to leave me, leave me with only the empty quiet of my buzzing head.
How could you do that? How could you give me a taste of Mozart, a fifteen-second sample of audio ambrosia, and then leave me with nothing? How could you deny the world, me, your gift?
Could you really be that selfish?
No. A seraphim such as you could never be that way. You simply must have deduced I was there, and cut yourself short lest I judge you harshly.
It must have just been your modesty showing.
Yes, yes, I'm sure that was it.
But still, I found myself wanting more. I wasn't satisfied with the small snippet that now runs through my mind like a roller coaster, a rush of excitement that's over before it really gets anywhere.
I had to hear the full concierto, no matter the cost.
Which is how I ended up here, the one place I knew you would be unafraid to bare it all, to belt your heart out to the heavens.
Though unfortunately, it seems I'm fashionably late. I see you've already started the show without me, so I hope you won't mind my slipping in through the darkness.
Ah, there it is now, the voice that raises me, that brings my heart joy unparalleled by mortal sounds. You truly are a goddess, mystical and flawless in every note,every word that escapes your lips.
It is all I can do to keep from crying, though I cannot help myself as a soft choked gasp breaks free of my throat.
And just like that, the music stops, your song slipping into a screech like a phonograph needle come free. You see me, sitting there amongst the shadows, and you scream again, hurriedly covering your wet, naked form. Around me, the tiles that line the room still echo your discordance, the acoustics amplifying the noise far beyond its normal capabilities.
Who am I, you ask?
Why, I'm your biggest fan, and I'd like to thank you for the private recital.
I think it genuinely helped me see the real you.
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