Echoes
(14 Olaesta 5115; The Landing) Heard once, she liked to think she did not forget. Most of the time that was true, too. Heard again, it caught her attention, and then lived within her, where it is forgotten never. In the place where things risk a life of their own – at her peril. Where she is caught, between the sounds, within the unending whim of tidal forces. The wave of time crests upon this echo, and she hears it all again....
Falling Stars
(9 Olaesta 5115; during the false dawn, an aside from the Harp) Stars fell into almost dawn’s fire as she wrought music from me I did not know I could even conceive. Phrases that are deep in wonder, weightless as magic, and driving our song to a new, immersive work of layered inspirations. I tell her my pleasure in this. She seems to warm to me for an instant. I sing her name. I sing my name; I sing my love of her in ardent...