The Woman Who Hums

by Culture Shock w/ Mike Schwartz

The smooth keys gently rest below my fingertips, begging me to let them sing. Oh the sorrows this piano has witnessed. The secrets she’s heard whispered. The sadness I try to forget in this song.

I can hear the evening breeze rustle the sheets I’ve never read. Yet every week the man brings new ones to place on the stand. I guess he feels no musician should be without an ample stock of sheet music.

I’m not a musician. I have never read the lines of Bach or Beethoven. As absent as the latter’s ears heard, my eyes have never seen.

I can smell the bitter scent of a cigarette. It floats in the air before my face. Smoke that burns. Smoke that blinds.

I can hear soft hums from a woman’s voice. I used to dream they were from the delicate mouth of a beautiful maiden in love. But long since I resigned them to be a waning fantasy of my disillusioned mind.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. The Woman Who Hums

    Nouvelle Bardot's Buddy Icon Nouvelle Bardot

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    oooh who is the man that brings the music? why is the french man so sad? eek, i’m excited. beautiful. of course i’m going to go and dork it all up with weird pop culture references, but you will forgive me wont you?
    LoA

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    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 5 months ago

    And is he blind even, or just so sad he has stopped looking? C’est tragique, non? I was going to sequel, and he was going to be creepy, sort of along the lines of ‘Who Can It Be Now’ by Men At Work. This is probably way better. Yeah, definitely.
    LoA

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    Stovohobo's Buddy Icon Stovohobo

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Very nice haunting, tired mood to this ficlet. It really makes me want to read what made him blind (if he is) and more about him. Superb.

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