The heart lies beside him, whole, pink and beating. Thump. Thump, the drumbeat of someone who knew how to make music or war. She picks it up and cracks it open on the nearest rock.
Rumors and legends spread throughout the kingdom of unimaginable treasures found inside human hearts. They are just rumors, but still, it can’t hurt to take a look. Seeds and string and feathers fall from the broken heart––seeds of hate and lust that never did catch hold and grow, strings, thin but strong, tied to kindness and love, and a lone white feather of hope that never did fly away.
She looks around, then hurriedly picks up the pieces, shoving them into the cracked shell of a heart, piecing it together as best she can before placing it back where it belongs. She waits for something to happen. But it never does. After long, long days she takes the treasures with her, back to her village.
And at night, as the fire dies and coals glow, her ears roar with a wild, thump, thump of music that tastes of starlight and hope. It is the song of a music maker.
6 Replies to “Music of Starlight”
Oh the mysteries of “us”….
I wonder what some strange futuristic human will think of what lies within my heart when I am found????
I was thinking about that too, Michelle. What would someone find in my heart? A scary and sobering thought. Thanks for your comments as always!
This short story places me right in it. I can actually see the heart being cracked open. The fire, the village. I am glad it was the sound of music playing vs war that night.
The whole world idea came from the image. The elvish ears and fanciful colors. I’ve always wondered what other species would think of us, what would they find? I’m glad it was music too:) Thanks for taking the time to read my little story, Kim!
Carmen, How beautiful and timely this piece is. Carolyn
Thank you, Carolyn!
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