Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 6:07:47 GMT
Postby Thane Smith » Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:23 pm
Thane rummaged around his old documents looking for one item in particular. He let out a sound of relief as he pulled out a set of sheet music and walked over to a music stand by his keyboard. He sat down in a chair and looked over the music and then slowly let the memories the music pulled forth from him flow over him as he began to play. He was swept away to another time as he played…
*****
The woman lie in bed listening to the sounds of the ocean lap on the rocky shores outside her window. The salty air quietly blew the curtains around the window like an airy cloud. She opened her eyes and looked around her room and sighed. The only other sounds in the room game from the drip of the IV by her bedside and the occasional beeps of the medical equipment monitoring her condition.
“Becky,” a voice from the other side of the door called out to her, “I’m back...”
She smiled as Thane walked in the room carrying a bouquet of flowers for her. He smiled back at her and placed the flowers in a vase by her bedside. When he was done he leaned over the bed and kissed her softly on her forehead.
“I’m so happy your home Thane,” she said in a weak voice, “I missed you.”
“I wasn’t gone that long Becky,” he looked at the sick woman who lay before him. She was a shadow of herself. The cancer and chemo had ravaged her body. Only a small amount of the fiery red hair remained but her blue eyes still sparkled with life. “Besides I was talking with the doctor in the village and he…”
“No more…” she coughed for a moment, “No more doctors Thane. We agreed. I’m ready. I’ve made my peace. Isn’t that why we came here. So my last few days would be happy.”
“I know Becky,” Thane pulled up a chair and set down next to her, “You can’t blame me for trying. I know you’re ready but I don’t know if I’m ready to lose you.”
Her gaze landed square on him. He still looked the same as the day she had met him almost 40 years ago. And because of how special he was he would look the same in another 40 years. It was hard for her to believe him at first when he had told her about his heritage. About how he was from another species that had an extraordinary life span. But after a while it didn’t matter to her. He was only the mad that she loved.
“Thane,” she whispered, “Tell me again about your people.”
“Becky I’ve told you before.”
“I know, but indulge a sick woman please.” She merely grinned at him.
“Ok,” he said as he was holding back tears, “You know that my race is best known as Listeners. Some people think we can read minds but that’s not true. Were more empathic than anything. The truth is that we do listen. We listen so closely that we can hear something very similar to a song.”
Thane got up and checked some of the medical equipment while he continued his story, “This song is the basis of the closest thing we have to a religion. We believe that each individual has a song that we can hear, and when a person dies there song joins the symphony of the universe. Some of us think we were put here to remember the song. To pass it down to future generations of our race.”
“Can you hear my song Thane?”
He stopped for a moment. He had never been asked this question by anyone. It was a taboo for an El-Aurian to share their song with that person. “I can hear it Becky.”
“Can you play it for me?”
He looked at her then over to a keyboard he had brought with them. He nodded slowly and walked over at sat down at the keyboard and began to play. The song started off very simple but quickly swelled into a work of art. It brought forth memories both good and bad. She remembered her first kiss, the first time she had her heart broken, she remembered the day she met this amazing man that now was playing his heart out at the piano. Then the song slowed and became a somber tune. As it slowed Becky began to smile. She knew that her song was ending and she had made her peace with that. She slowly looked up at Thanes face as he played and she saw the tears running down his face.
“Don’t cry my love,” she said, “My time with you has filled my life with so much joy. I want you to promise me that you will go on living life. Don’t lose that spark that makes you such a wonderful soul.”
“I don’t know how I will Becky,” he stood up from the piano and walked over to her and hugged her, “I have been alive for almost 200 years and I have never met a person that has made me feel the way I do about you. I love you so much.”
“And I love you. I’ll always be with you Thane.” She lay there and looked into his eyes, “I wish I could have heard your song…”
She slowly closed her eyes. The machines in the room confirmed what Thane had already known. She was gone from this world. He held her in his arms until he couldn’t feel them anymore, and he wept…
*****
Thane finished playing the song and wiped the tears from his eyes. Almost 300 years later and he could still remember every detail about her. She was right. She had never left him and she never would. He glanced at the sheet music one last time before putting it away. The title of the piece was ‘Becky’s Song’ and it was the only one he had every committed to paper, and it would probably be the only one he ever would.
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Thane rummaged around his old documents looking for one item in particular. He let out a sound of relief as he pulled out a set of sheet music and walked over to a music stand by his keyboard. He sat down in a chair and looked over the music and then slowly let the memories the music pulled forth from him flow over him as he began to play. He was swept away to another time as he played…
*****
The woman lie in bed listening to the sounds of the ocean lap on the rocky shores outside her window. The salty air quietly blew the curtains around the window like an airy cloud. She opened her eyes and looked around her room and sighed. The only other sounds in the room game from the drip of the IV by her bedside and the occasional beeps of the medical equipment monitoring her condition.
“Becky,” a voice from the other side of the door called out to her, “I’m back...”
She smiled as Thane walked in the room carrying a bouquet of flowers for her. He smiled back at her and placed the flowers in a vase by her bedside. When he was done he leaned over the bed and kissed her softly on her forehead.
“I’m so happy your home Thane,” she said in a weak voice, “I missed you.”
“I wasn’t gone that long Becky,” he looked at the sick woman who lay before him. She was a shadow of herself. The cancer and chemo had ravaged her body. Only a small amount of the fiery red hair remained but her blue eyes still sparkled with life. “Besides I was talking with the doctor in the village and he…”
“No more…” she coughed for a moment, “No more doctors Thane. We agreed. I’m ready. I’ve made my peace. Isn’t that why we came here. So my last few days would be happy.”
“I know Becky,” Thane pulled up a chair and set down next to her, “You can’t blame me for trying. I know you’re ready but I don’t know if I’m ready to lose you.”
Her gaze landed square on him. He still looked the same as the day she had met him almost 40 years ago. And because of how special he was he would look the same in another 40 years. It was hard for her to believe him at first when he had told her about his heritage. About how he was from another species that had an extraordinary life span. But after a while it didn’t matter to her. He was only the mad that she loved.
“Thane,” she whispered, “Tell me again about your people.”
“Becky I’ve told you before.”
“I know, but indulge a sick woman please.” She merely grinned at him.
“Ok,” he said as he was holding back tears, “You know that my race is best known as Listeners. Some people think we can read minds but that’s not true. Were more empathic than anything. The truth is that we do listen. We listen so closely that we can hear something very similar to a song.”
Thane got up and checked some of the medical equipment while he continued his story, “This song is the basis of the closest thing we have to a religion. We believe that each individual has a song that we can hear, and when a person dies there song joins the symphony of the universe. Some of us think we were put here to remember the song. To pass it down to future generations of our race.”
“Can you hear my song Thane?”
He stopped for a moment. He had never been asked this question by anyone. It was a taboo for an El-Aurian to share their song with that person. “I can hear it Becky.”
“Can you play it for me?”
He looked at her then over to a keyboard he had brought with them. He nodded slowly and walked over at sat down at the keyboard and began to play. The song started off very simple but quickly swelled into a work of art. It brought forth memories both good and bad. She remembered her first kiss, the first time she had her heart broken, she remembered the day she met this amazing man that now was playing his heart out at the piano. Then the song slowed and became a somber tune. As it slowed Becky began to smile. She knew that her song was ending and she had made her peace with that. She slowly looked up at Thanes face as he played and she saw the tears running down his face.
“Don’t cry my love,” she said, “My time with you has filled my life with so much joy. I want you to promise me that you will go on living life. Don’t lose that spark that makes you such a wonderful soul.”
“I don’t know how I will Becky,” he stood up from the piano and walked over to her and hugged her, “I have been alive for almost 200 years and I have never met a person that has made me feel the way I do about you. I love you so much.”
“And I love you. I’ll always be with you Thane.” She lay there and looked into his eyes, “I wish I could have heard your song…”
She slowly closed her eyes. The machines in the room confirmed what Thane had already known. She was gone from this world. He held her in his arms until he couldn’t feel them anymore, and he wept…
*****
Thane finished playing the song and wiped the tears from his eyes. Almost 300 years later and he could still remember every detail about her. She was right. She had never left him and she never would. He glanced at the sheet music one last time before putting it away. The title of the piece was ‘Becky’s Song’ and it was the only one he had every committed to paper, and it would probably be the only one he ever would.
Thane Smith
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Posts: 2
Joined: Wed Mar 24, 2010 6:45 pm