The Language of the Heart
Author: Sarah Louise Turner
First Written: 1994 (?)
Revised: March, 1999
NOTE: This is a small segment of a story
I began writing quite a while ago, I just found it in an old file and decided
to try to finish it. Here is the exposition; please tell me what
you think. Please email me at
[email protected]
Rating: This part is only G, but the rest
may be higher.
Betaread (sort of) by Gemfyre. (quite a while ago,
though)
The Language of the Heart
He sat and played the piano, the music flowing from his fingers
into the air around him, then soaring
back into his ears to fill his heart and soul with feeling.
He played from memory, being unable to read
any kind of music, and his entire being moved with the
ups and downs of the piece he was playing. A
trill here, smooth legato for this melancholy section,
then light, happy staccato for the finale, he was
lost in the story he was telling with his music.
Eventually he became aware of a presence in the doorway
behind him. Ceasing his symphony, he turned on his stool. "Who are you?"
She stood in the doorway and watched him play.
His hands moved over the keys like water flowing down a hill, and he was completely engrossed in his activity.
She wished to be able to paint him as he was now; no facades, or fronts, as many people unconsciously
used most of the time. This was a natural, innocent moment; untainted by the other's awareness
of her presence. She might be able to remember it and paint it later, but memory was never
as good as painting from life. Maybe she could convince him to let her bring her easel in whilst he
was playing?
She was lost in these thoughts when she saw him stop
playing and turn. He didn't look directly at her, however, but slightly off to the side. This confused
her momentarily, but then she realised; he was blind.
He spoke; she realised that he'd asked her who she was.
She remembered her speech classes and desperately tried to
drag up all she had learned.
As it was, she was only able to manage one word.
"Deaf." It came out garbled, and she had no way
to tell if she'd said it right, but the look of sudden comprehension on his face told her she had.
He pointed to his eyes, and she saw his lips form the
word, "Blind."
That's it, so far. Let me know what you think
and if you think I should continue with it. Thanks.
- Sarah
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