My audiobook, The Music of Us, narrated by Don Warrick, is volume III of my series, Still Life with Memories. The cover is inspired by the following passage from the story:
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“I can’t wait to play it,” she said. “Can’t wait to bring you in, to hear the contrasts of this piece, its overwhelming contradictions.”
With that Natasha handed the microphone back to him and curtsied to the audience. A wavy, red strand of hair slinked from her headband, which was decorated with delicate flowers, and glided over her bare shoulder. Below that, the bodice of her dress glinted as she turned around. And again, for just a second, I thought I felt her eyes fluttering in my direction, meeting my gaze. Everyone around me must have imagined that, too.
Natasha lifted the long, silky skirt of her dress, so its folds fanned out from the seam that hugged her hips. As she sat down they draped, full and flowing, over the piano bench, responding playfully to the light from above with a cherry red shine. A reflection of it lit her chin from below and lined the underside of her slender arms, just a touch. With a slow, deliberate motion she lifted her hand, letting it hover, for what seemed like the span of a thought, over its shadow over the keys.
Her fingers started flitting across the keys, and at once I was taken by the solemn, dramatic sounds she made rise over us. They came pressing against the far reaches of the hall, gathering ominously just below the vaulted ceiling, as if in preparation to blow it away and sweep us into the night. There was no repose for the soul, at least not yet. Instead there was something else, perhaps a sense of woe. It made me want to kneel down and surrender, give myself up to the unknown, to this darkness that was looming over me, over this entire space.
"A powerful and poignant novel that will grip at your heart strings ... a love story that invites the reader into a romance."
- Chief, USN Ret...VT, Top 500 Reviewer
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