The ensemle is perfect. Increasing its voice, the clarinet intensifies his breath and turns a sip of tea to an intensive stream of life. Slowly, as a sensual touch, the solid structure of instruments creating magic, transfers into power. With devastating force the icy temper of a furious trombone hits his chest. Filling him up with a sharp call it astounds him, makes him gasp for breath and life itself. Then, like a dance he had with a woman many years ago, the glowing passion of a rattle embraces him. Like a soft fragrance from old days, it trickles into his mind, seducing, forcing his senses to become a part of the concert.
Like a picture of age, the spinning record and the old man in his rocking chair paint the room with life. A passionate story, told by a glowing bow, transforms to memories of grief in a single mark. Shivering he wraps the blanket tighter around his skinny bones, and he grabs another cup of tea while history continues passing by.
Suddenly, floored by the drums breaking through, he remembers the war, and the impact is total! The drumming sound, the smell of gunpowder, alone in the dark shadows he hides his face in pale hands, and the cold wind grabs the last piece of resistance – collapse! Accompanied by a decadent bass, the drums and an evil gong he bends over in a gesture of pain, spills his tea, and cries like a little boy for the first time in sixty years. Crescendo! With cloudy eyes, he starts to beat time with his right foot, swinging his arms to left and right, sobbing with the music. Broken tones wash over him, and finally, exhausted by the rhythm, he leans back, puffing, with tears running down his face, while the music shifts. Gently, a single fluet starts to cry like a lost child, before it dosolves into the darkness of his room.
Left between the walls is an old man´s sobbing, hidden in a dark corner, and the sound of a spinning record rattling, like memories from former times.
Published in Australia during my membership at Katharine Susannah Prichard Writers Cente. Check out My Published Books.