Maestro - Internal Monologue
Eduard Keller
Intervention at page 71
Weeping like a baby, I walk away from the frustrating, sweet music that hides such devastating and infuriating emotions. Like a bright red rose that smells of redolent, aromatic fragrance satisfying the nose, yet with thorns that impair when tempted.
How insulting! How could they play Wagner? Although I knew that the orchestra would of course play Wagner, it seems that every time, I hope for something better; to keep my mind from compelling me to return back those memories. It is my fault. Every time I hear that dreadful music a wave of sentiment comes crashing down on top of me, leaving me to drown in horrifying memories. Even ones of when I used to smile. The…show more content… We should have left. I shake my head from the thoughts. My abdomen seemed hollow as if all the air for my life supply had been sucked out all at once. Like a glissando, a quick rush of a single finger dragged up the whites, it left me tilting my head down slightly with a concave chest, in a few moments of reflection. I surveyed the piece over and over again; thinking of ways in which I could have improved, but it all, no matter what, never made a difference. How can one change the past? How can one request for a second chance in an exam? Impossible. To be utterly satisfied, one must search for forgiveness and cherish the moments that made him smile. Wagner continued playing in my mind setting the scene of the picture back on the piano, yet it was not enough to make me smile. Is a person half dead when they have nothing left to live for?
There was something about Paul that just released my diaphragm allowing fresh oxygen with mixed sweet aromas to enter. He is my spark of hope. The tiny improvements in my broken piece. I contemplated staring blankly at what used to be a perfect score of the frames that still stood above the piano, as the anaesthetic style of Schnapps kicked in, drooping my eyes backward followed by the sophisticated cranium of the so-called Maestro. The finishing flickering notes landing on a G sharp major chord in the treble pursued by a pianississimo arpeggiated touch in the
