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Tee hee, this is what happens when you are really influencet by music. I was listening to some music and I wrote down the first thing it made me feel and think. Thus, simply read it and tell me what you think, good or bad, it's worth a view. Peace and enjoy! blaugh 3nodding xd

Lost in Ivory

By Queeny Sherman 846 words

Can you picture it all? Everything that my music send to you? Can you feel it over your skin? Can you smell it? Taste it on your tongue? I can. I can feel it all. Let me share it. Yeah, man, can feel the high pitch beat tap at your skin as their sharp vibrations scale up our arms - oh, and not forgetting the low base that curls around our chest and makes the rip cage move to its subtle rhythms. I let out a sensual sigh as the pace begins to slow down and my hands takes you through to the next verse. Yeah, take it slow, because you can get lost in this song. Picture it, picture with me while you tap your feet and sway your bare shoulders to the strikes and visualise the mountains in the back ground that try to reach into the baby blue sky with their white peaks of snow and their foundations that keep them rooted to the earth.

What a smell it gives off with the wild flowers and fleshly heated rocks in the summer's sun. Blossoms drag you down to the river to watch the flying fish run their marathon and the ice water penetrates through your flesh and makes you step back in shock. You place your shades over your eyes because you cannot bear to hold your hand over your eyes. The world through it changes - changes like the tempo and the beat in the music. Oh my fingers are killing me but hell! Anything for a heavy tune!

Listen! Can you hear it as it comes trickling into view from the mountains and stops so suddenly at your feet? No, don't touch it! Wait for the beat to slow down before you place your hands down to retrieve the rest of the song.

Then, wham, the bridge takes you into a super nova of images, colours and smells. You don't know what you want to see in your eyes. Do you look at the cobble stone streets that are laden with children running around with blue and red clothes with white hats and dogs - no - pups are at their feet or do you slap your friend's hand in a high five and take to the dance floor to share the beats in a different kind of way, different to the way I give them to you? You chose to close yours eyes while I make another smell cross you nose. Yeah, I laugh, as I make the warm sand on the shores whip out from the easy flowing waves to past your nose as the sweet smell of freshly made popcorn and candy floss sails passed you in the easy flowing wind that makes your hair whip over your wet cheeks and over you sensitive neck. You like what I just did to you, didn't? I can tell by the way you bob your head up and down. But, oh no, I haven't finished yet.

Those of you on the dance floor now look down and see smart, crisp clothes of fiery red and burning orange. Ladies, in your 3-inch shoes, pose for your man who stands before you with a red rose - no, lets make it a purple rose between his teeth. You feel his hand take your waist and he leads you into the dance floor. Ah, yes, my music can make you do things your arms and legs have never danced before. Yeah, feel the beat people. Don't worry if you can't dance, that's what I'm here for. Follow him because he takes the lead. Yeah, that's right! Do your own thing, as your heels create a second beat for us to listen to. Clap your hands to the side of you head and then go in for the kiss, yet, yeah, that's right, just tease each other as you walk in a circle, glaring into each others eyes. But please, my attentive listeners don't take my music so seriously. I wind the beat down to finish off the melody. Don't open your eyes yet, just listen and breath the warm sand in and the sweet smells that bring to mind your childhood. Those still on the street, wave good-bye to the happy faces that belong to the children and pups. Those at the riverside, by the mountain, understand that it never was there. Lovers, who dance, ease your movements of slow waist twists and leg kicks. Ah, that's it, slow down... take it slowly... I need to get you back in the room as I finish off. I need to finish to give my fingers a rest; I cannot keep you in the images forever. You will surely never return.

As my little finger taps the last key and I run my right hand down the others you rise up from your seats once more to applaud my music. Thank you. Thank you so much. I call that song Lost in Ivory because when we close our eyes you are no longer in the jazz hall. Although my keys are not made of ivory one can believe one is rich enough to have such grand things.

(Influenced by the fine works of Michel Camilo. He plays a mean piano!!!)

Very vivid discriptions throughout! ^_^

The quote above reminded me of something I read a long time ago and have never forgotten.

This man was writing about how he had been dating two women: one was perfect (beautiful, funny, knew just what to say) and the other woman he was nice, but more ordinary. He was convinced that it was his destiny to marry the 'perfect' one of the two until he took each of them (on different nights obviously xd ) to a concert symphony.

The first woman praised the concert and commented on the different melodies (she always knew something informative and yet interesting). Later, he took the second woman and noticed that during the music she started to cry.

He was concerned and asked her, "What's wrong?"

She wasn't embarassed. She dried her tears slightly and told him that "Nothing's wrong. Absoloutely nothing."

It was then that he realized she had been so touched by the music that it made her cry. She might not have expounded on the tunes like the first woman, but it had obviously touched her heart.

Well, the end of the story (or at least of that chapter) was that the man changed his mind that night. He explained (because this was a true story) that the second woman was now his wife. heart

Anyway, your story -- about how music can deeply stir feelings and images with you -- reminded me of that.

Sorry it has been a while since I have written anything so I thought I would just up date this and be sneaky... whee

good work based on listening to music ^^liked melanthaB's poem too, nice rhytmn to it

This was a really good one. I liked your imagery, and it was just fun to read, somehow. If you have anything else, I'd like to see it.

I don't really have any criticism, so I'll just shut up now. ^_^;;