Que La Nuit
Rating: PG
Erick was walking down the hallway away from his music room. He was so frustrated. He was working on a new piece and somehow in the middle of it he came to a problem. He couldn't figure out how to solve the problem and it was bugging the hell out of him. Normally, he would have worked out the problem, but he had been trying to fix it for the last hour and he was getting no where. He decided that he would take a walk around the block to clear his head, so he headed toward the front door. As he was passing down the hallway, he heard a voice coming from inside one. A voice singing beautifully and quietly. He slowly opened the door and instantly tears sprang to his eyes. There sitting in the rocking chair, was he beloved wife, Christine, rocking their daughter Stashia.
"Nee dans, lombree, L'emotion te serre.
Dans le noir, se jouvent Nos varies chimeres.
Cede a la jouissance, Si belle et sana defense."
Erik instantly recognized the song as his own masterpiece "Music of the Night." He had sung it to her the first night she was in his humble abode. He occasionally would sing it to her and he was surprised to hear her singing it. She sang the song even more beautifully than he could have ever sang it. It sounded so pure coming from her. This song was very sensual, yet coming from her it sounded just as you would sing s lullaby. The words were pure and the little baby was fast asleep, curled up against her bosom. As she continued to sing, Erik decided to look even further upon the sight.
Christine sat in the rocking chair, her long, mahogany tresses laying gracefully down her back and cascading a little over her shoulder. She was wearing a white night dress with a white, silk robe over top. In her delicate arms was Erik's pride and joy, Little Stashia. Stashia certainly looked like her parents. She had Christine's blue, doe eyes and curly hair. Then she had Erik's black hair and slightly darker skin. The thing that really made Erik proud was that she had no imperfection on any part of her body. She was a perfect and healthy baby.
Deciding that his mind had calmed down and was cleared of all bad thoughts, he figured he was ready to tackle his composition. Closing the door as silently as he had opened it, Erik turned and walked down the hallway. He had wanted to go in and see his pride and joys, but he didn't want to disturbed the image so he silently wondered back to the music room.
He found that after witnessing that glorious sight, he was able to fix his problem with no effort and finished the song within a few minutes. He also finished two more songs in the next two hours. Unconsciously, since he was done working for the night, he started to play "Music of the Night" and spaced out. It wasn't until he heard a voice accompanying his song did he snap out of it.
"Dans me nuit 'ai attendu ta voix.
Desormais ne chante que pour moi."
As he finished playing the last few bars, he felt a pair of arms snake their way around his waist from behind. They gently squeezed and someone placed their head on his shoulder. "I have never heard you sing that song before. The angels wept even more tonight then they ever have before" Erik whispered, leaning back, afraid to break the tranquility in the room. "I learned it al from you, my love. Every word. Little Stashia is growing more beautiful everyday. She will have everyman going after her" she replied, releasing him only to have him, turn around and pull her onto his lap. "She is beautiful because of her mother. She will grow into the most famous of all divas. She will even surpass you I'm afraid, my love" he replied, lightly kissing her temple. "It does not matter. She will have the voice of two wonderful angels. What could be better?" she asked leaning back into his embrace.
"Come; let us get some sleep before the little one wakes up. Come my dearest" Erik said, gently lifting her up, then offering his arm to her. She smiled at him and gently placed her arms on his as he led them to their bedroom.
"Nee dans, lombree, L'emotion te serre.
Dans le noir, se jouvent Nos varies chimeres.
Cede a la jouissance, Si belle et sana defense."
Died in the shade, the emotion tightens you.
In the black, our true dreams are played.
Give up, has the pleasure, if beautiful and sanatorium defense.
"Dans me nuit 'ai attendu ta voix.
Desormais ne chante que pour moi."
In me harms I awaited your voice.
From now on sings only for you.
I know stashia is a Russian name but I love it so much. I wrote this while my parents were at Florida and I was sitting at my aunts.
