A L L E M A N D E
by
Stradivari
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An allemande (also spelled allemanda, almain, or alman) (from French "German") is one of the most popular instrumental dance forms in Baroque, and a standard element of a suite, generally the first or second movement.
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Sometimes, the world seems to hold nothing for your future but what you can expect. After all, logic makes up the human mind. But then again, the thought would plague her mind, like a particular vibrant chord, that was out of the ordinary.
Like something out of Bartok dumped unceremoniously into Mozart.
But then again, when she thought back onto that moment, when he went, it wasn't so bad. Or perhaps she was simply lying to herself. She knew she was. But then again, she was happy to see him go. No more guesswork and no more heartbreak. She would never have to see his face again; never hear his voice, and that voice speaking the words she would never hear, that he would never say…at least, to her. She would never have to see his eyes. Those eyes. It brought magic to her that no gaze of mesmer could ever bring. And perhaps that was why she was so afraid. Afraid that he would know, that she would fall for those sapphires. That it would see her right through, like light through water. But that light would bend. And she never even said it.
She could dance now, the cadences pleasant to the ear. Across from her, was her partner. He was talking. But she couldn't hear. A stately dance, one that he would like. But once you heard true music, then nothing else sounds quite the same…
Once you had tasted heaven, then nothing on earth could quench that desire…
And she had never even said…
He went. Without any ceremonies or rituals. Not even with a proper goodbye. She wished she had now, taken them both on a walk, somewhere where water ran, and moonlight shone on the surface. Then perhaps she would have said it. And it would not haunt her like this.
But she didn't. And he was gone, leaving her behind without a single word. As if they hardly knew each other. Or perhaps, she simply thought she knew him. No one really did. And now, she never will.
And sometimes, when she thought back onto that moment, she would smile, and then turn away. He had a smile on his face then. But no smiles for her. And he didn't even remember.
And when that glass shattered, she couldn't even hear the noise. All that came was the music that seemed to radiate blue. And when he went, there wasn't even a whisper of goodbye. Simply, the wind…leaving like the last of summer.
And she wondered if winter will ever end.