Even more writing

In Mr. Marvels wonderful creative writing class, He assigned a fiction project to us. I never thought I would like writing fiction as much as I love writing Non Fiction and poetry, but when I heard the specifics of the assignment, I knew I was in for a fun project!
We were asked to find music with no lyrics that is special to us...something that speaks to us with no words. We were supposed to close our eyes and picture a story as we listen...WELL...this was something I did on an EVERY DAY BASIS!!! Classical music is my forte so I had much to choose from...but it was quite clear to me which music spoke to me the most....


Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini Variation 18


Lonely steps unmatching to the grooves of the ground, I hear the splashing
slush of hopes awaiting their chance to be showers of spring. Central Park
is especially lonesome tonight, as she is abandoned by the regard of the sun.
Passions of the night forget her as hatred hails her paths. I find no fear with her
company as we are the same. Alone am I. Afraid I am not. Her skinless touch
grazes the vacant gap where once a heart freely supplied me life. A life I lived
for a woman. Shes gone now. She is but a crack in the sidewalk here as I walk
with my true love. We both, I and this bare strech of sadness, find comfort
together, but equal nothing. I wander her grass as she is a vagabond of my
mind. Here we are hand in hand just as the night before. aproaching us is a
young couple, fresh love. Giggles of sweetness is all that I hear, but not all I see.
On her cheek is where his hand resides, granting fire to the lightpost which gives
me no such sight. I despise the gentleman. the hand he holds is real. Her
soothing fingertip tickle his face. When he closes his eyes she clenches his arm.
I close my eyes just the same. Feeling the arms wrapped around mine. But when
I open these hell barers, She isnt really there. The man, seeing me, holds her
tighter. One day, if he opens his eyes too soon, she may be gone. He knows.

Oh, my envy may it murder my body as it has done my soul.

Around the corner I expect to see an empty bench as always. It is there that I
usually sit and reflect on my memories as one detail is erased with each night.
Through the trees, it reveals itself more with each step, only to take me by
surprise. Tonight, a woman sits. With one broken heel on her scuffed beige
shoes, she watches her teardrops fall, hitting her polka-dot dress with a splash,
much like the water under my feet. Aproaching her side I cant help but wonder
how such a beauty can match my despair. Never before have I heard of angels
cry. Sorrow does not suit her. The sky matches her face too well. A sin has been
commited tonight. She notices my presence and lifts her chin directing it to mine.
Unable to look away, I feel her sorrow ignite the ashes I hardly remembered
existed. A dainty blonde curl climbs its way to her eyelid forcing me to explore
her eyes. Her skin fair as her heart. So soft it must be. No words had to be said,
but if she did speak, I can picture her saying " I promised I would be here, now i'll
never leave your side." As i raise my hand to catch the hair, a tear falls from her
delicate figure. For once her tears were the ones found in my palms. moving the
blonde bow that plays the strings of my new found heart, I catch her lips whisper
a sound. Afraid to ask her to repeat her words, I touch her lips with my close
hand. The last cool breeze im sure to encounter grips my coat urging me to
place it over her shoulders. As charming as I can be, i stand reaching out my
hand to guide her to her feet. As she reaches, her frame becomes clouded.
She smiles with a warmth I musnt doubt I have felt before. Suddenly our joined
hands revealed their familiarity. The woman was mine. She has always been
mine for all time. Sitting on this bench she has waited for me.

Together we walk now in my solitude. No longer will I need her, my tourist trench.
I don't ask her name, as words wake reality. This pure dove clenching my fingertips
sighs with each stroke of my hand. The sun rises as we stroll towards union.
Just as I blink, darkness returns flooding my soul. I see her still with her translucent
hand stretched out for mine.

As she stands to join me for good, her form is gone. Searching my empty hand I
find no tear that of hers, but only of mine. Mine all along. All around me I seach
yearning for my love to return. I sit on the bench. Waiting for her. Eternity after
eternity passes by me as i wait.And yet, Someone else calls me. My old friend.
My lonely place, my world of grace I once was within. stretching me to my feet,
she forces me to go. Find her, the angel of my existence. Lost no longer will I
be, for where ever she is, thats were my soul has been. to her i declair "I
promise i will be here, and ill never leave your side."





Please let me know what you think! Keep in mind I simply wrote what I thought while the song played. There was not much thought put into it!