Disclaimer: Phantom of the Opera and everything associated with it (yes, even Erik) is not owned by moi…unfortunately.
Well, here's a little drabble that popped into my head one night as I was trying to go to sleep. I pulled it out earlier, and figured that I might as well post it. It was kind of a challenge I made myself; I wanted to work on my descriptions, and this is what I was inspired to write.
I think it turned out rather nicely.
Erik let the music wash over him, its sweet touch lulling him into a sense of peace and serenity that he rarely ever felt. Its touch was that of a forbidden lover: enticing, caressing, gentle.
It was open, inviting, and yet it was untouchable.
The music swelled about him, a great crescendo of sound, and then abruptly died away to a dull murmur, lurking just beyond the comprehension of his ears.
His music was his one refuge, his sanctuary protecting him from reality. It was his constant companion. As long as he could remember, it had been there for him; now, it was the only thing there for him.
Time had become a foreign thing to Erik. What were days, weeks, even months, to him when he could lose himself to his music and simply forget, existing only to create and listen to his compositions.
Operas, ballads, harmonies, melodies, minors, chords, notes: they blended to form song after song, leading him through each day.
He poured his very soul into his music, expressing the emotions that he himself never could. The music took him through joy, through sorrow, and through love.
Love…
An emotion he had tried to forget, tried to drown out and suffocate.
Without his music he remembered.
Remembered…Christine.
His fingers, which had been sitting at the keys immobile, returned to their dance across the organ, bringing the music back to life, its haunting call easing the tension and pain in his mind more than even the strongest drug.
It snapped him out of his reverie and drew him back into its comforting embrace, away from the cold, lifeless arms of his past.
His fingers began a different, more complex pattern on the keys, creating a melody that soared, sweet enough to bring him out of even his darkest trance. It hypnotized him, guiding his mind back to oblivion, to tranquility.
Erik closed eyes he didn't know had been open, and buried his broken soul in the music once more.
Well, I would love to hear (…read…) some feedback on this, so if you feel so inclined, you may review.
Please? :p