X. every thought the music I write, everything a wish for the night
Sitting before his organ amid the light of a hundred candles, he is in a deep cycle of composition. He writes out the harmonies on their neatly drawn staves, pauses, plays a few notes, moves to continue, frowns and reconsiders, plays a few slightly different notes, nods to himself, proceeds. So this continues until at long last he plays what he has written: the accompaniment to an aria he has composed for her. He hums the vocal melody to himself, albeit a good octave lower than it is written. He is pleased with it – someday she may even sing to his playing. But for now it will be enough just to hear her sing his work.
It seems that nighttime is taunting him, drawing closer with all the speed of the stars moving across the sky. When night's curtain has fully descended and the rest of the world is deep in slumber, he will go to her.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Review Responses:
Brosia: Phantom and Nightwish do correspond quite nicely, don't they? I love the cover they did of tPotO... Marco makes an awesome Phantom.
DreaminofLorien: Again, that's some pretty deep stuff...Keep the spiffy reviews coming, dear! ;)
