a pretty obvious take, but in the midst of a nearly impossible week,
it’s what i could do…Friday Fictioneers 6-14-2013
The obvious one. Anyone could tell. The way he bobbed his head in traffic or nodded slowly in the wind, syncopating steps with the train rails’ click-clack, fingers never still at the table – proverbially whistling as he worked. Even his breath had a cadence – nary emitting verbal lines without their shaping tones. Foot bevel harmonizing crossed-legged knee bounce – friends said “he always had it in him.” Phrasing his rises and his falls. Ears ever plugged wide open – he tasted and he touched, he heard, saw and smelled the world as sound. He really was into music.
All my Words are Silent 
Nice! Reminds me of that Kandinsky quote: “Each color lives by its mysterious life.”
haha! Punny last line. Love it!
now that’s fine wording
A really great and funny picture!
Only a hundred words, but none of them wasted! Quite the descriptive prose, darling.
Eloquent description of the very fine line between genius and madness. If there is either or such. Not just talking about the piano player. Who may have been pushed into genius and piano by his fans.
I like it. A meditative tone with a pun at the end. Well done.
thank you
Wonderful. A master, madness and obsession. A whole new meaning to “Being into your work!”
Even your obviousness is eloquent. Well done. (& good luck with the healing).
many thanks
You dress the obvious so elegantly… very good
Dear N,
I enjoyed this well written description of an obsessed man.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Indeed he was.
thank you Bjorn