"Viola"
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He loved the viola. The very sound of its name staggered with short breathes so
it sounded like "vi - oh - la" when he said it. He loved its dark and sinuous
sound that spoke so much of his pains. Was it possible to be in a perpetual
state of sadness? The bow would move ever so slowly until it would freeze in the
eyes of his mind, and then the form of the motion would be complete, containing
every possible melodic line radiating forever.
It was a Sunday afternoon, lethargy permeated the classroom. Rays of sunlight
made shadows from the girl sitting next to the window, splattering over the
pages in his Bible, distracting him. ".... Consider, God is three O's -
Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent" How can a being be everywhere at the
same time? He tried to comprehend. "In him was life, and that life was the light
of men." Like, the sun that is currently blinding my eyes? "The light shines in
the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it." That struck a chord. Of
course it doesn't understand it! How can it understand the light when it can't
bear the light's presence?!? When people came into the presence of God they
perish as surely as shadows dispelled by the light. The light of the Lord was
deadly to his people.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the Grand Ballroom was filled with the fragrance of
wine and flower. The music flowed from his viola to the guests of the party who
formed an ocean of enraptured souls around him. The nano-enabled sound
amplifiers were installed in the air surrounding him. They scattered out in
denser numbers away from him, so that music radiated even stronger toward the
outer rims of the crowd. The music, was in their bones and marrows. He was naked
except for his black pants and his long black hair covering his body like the
wings of the Seraphs. Below them, the transparent floor of the Grand Ballroom
floated between the deep, blue sea and the fiendishly scorching twin suns of New
Earth.
It was a Sunday afternoon, he looked intently upon the barren land overcast by
thunderous clouds. The viola was temporarily set aside on his seat, not
forgotten. Even encased in a metal Behemoth such as this - his flagship, he
could still feel the brush of the gentle winds upon the earth, passing
everything in its path before dissipating away to nothingness. He picked up the
viola, imagined the world torn asunder with fire, and played a song of death.
The people listened to his music. "Oh, yes!" he hissed. "How they have
listened!" Lightnings struck Armageddon.
"Vi - Oh - La."
And there was darkness.
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David Li
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8/13/2002 8:48pm
in International house, NYC, playing Nobuko Mai's album "Viola Bouquet"
in particular Henry Eccles' Sonata in G minor(Largo)
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