Tsukuyomi (tsukuyominokami) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-27 03:18:00 |
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Current music: | Gackt - Last Song |
Entry tags: | allegra lenkeit, elpis, tsukuyomi |
Falling sadness transforms into pure white snow.
Who: Tsukuyomi (tsukuyominokami), Open if you can place yourself there.
What: Dinner/Late night function.
Where: Hotel Function Room.
When: Wednesday night.
Warnings: Inspired by this song/performance so might be a little more emotive than usual.
Someone needed to remind him to reject invitations to these functions more often. It was part of the job and a part of his life, but he would rather be alone at his place, enjoying any privacy, sanctity and sanity he could get.
But it was getting late into the night - he could feel the moon calling to him - and Tsukuyomi only needed to gaze around the room to realise how alone he was. A room filled with at least sixty people, pretending to be content in their small social circles when they felt anything but content.
After all, there were hardly any happy stories and good endings in this business.
It was a spur-of-the-moment, impulsive move when Kazu slipped over to the vacated piano. The musicians had called it a night and the room went from music, to music in the background accompanying bustling noise, to just noise.
He ran a hand over the lid of the piano, lifting it and pulling the velvet away to reveal the black and white keys beneath.
Music had gotten him here in the first place. People liked to talk, Tsukuyomi liked to compose, sing, write. Communication was communication - through art or articulation - though at least with art there was more room for interpretation.
Heavy fingers pushed the piano keys down, and the song just came to him. He had written songs about everything from the seasons to the trials of everyday life to romance in his time, regardless of a seeming lack of personal experience in the latter - though just as one did not need to be deceived to know that lies can be spoken, one need not have a broken heart to know that a heart can be broken.
Though perhaps, with how little of his past he revealed to even those closest to him, maybe he did have experiences he never shared about. Or perhaps he was hurting from and mourned the loss of something else. It might not have been something he himself want to know.
It was said that music transcended language, and if that was true, the fact that the song was not in English should not matter. The only thing that mattered was playing until all the noise was drowned out, and all there was in the room was just music, again.