This music type is called a Raga.
It doesn't tell a story - it sets a colour, a hue, describes a mood.
This short piece is called RAGA, based on the above
music.
Her form caressed the outcrop of stones. It felt spicy and tasted warm to her. The morning sun excited the atoms of her surface tension and the energy radiated towards her core. She swam faster.
“Day” she thought, “What will the day bring?”
She moved towards the depths and slowed as she cooled. She ebbed into a crevice and enjoyed the slow ooze over the sea anemone. She engulfed it, it’s tentacles waving and slowing as she passed. Her current encircled the anemone gently and lifted it slightly before tracing a path away and through another arch of rock.
“Not here”.
The sun drew her upwards with its warmth, and she accelerated in anticipation.
The water ebbed around her as she moved upwards, currents and bubbles forming.
“Maybe here.”
She flowed along the surface where movement was difficult. It was hard to keep cohesion where the water thinned. The taste of salt came in droplets interspersed with frightening nothingness.
She sent a probing current through a wave, searching for something. There was none. She would know it when she found it. It would know her when it found her.
“I am alone.”
Towards she swam, the carbon of driftwood. She smelt the acid taste beyond the frustrating solidity of the drifting debris.
“Here?”
She flowed around the boundaries of the broken hull, sensing a change in temperature and density. She advanced towards the musky feel of softness, and felt the electricity of sweat as it combined and danced within her.
She drew the body down from the sky, from the platform of wood that separated her from its dance. She felt her chains of molecules straighten and twist, moving around the new chemicals, throbbing in sympathetic harmony. It sang in her currents, and filled her with music.
She engulfed it. She felt the shudder as she surrounded and flowed into each entrance. The music and vibration drew her on. The body moved, pulling itself up and then down pushing her further in and drawing her longer. The body’s muscles twitched and spasmed, as she drew into a sweet salty chamber of twisting, spiralling miniature creatures that swam towards her and invaded her being. They sang a bass note to her and she thrilled to the sound.
She moved downward to the seabed, towards her coalescence and brought it with her, the body thrashing and slowly circling as the struggles grew less.
The song grew dimmer, and she entered the body again. Looking for the sound and longing to feel the music. She vibrated in encouragement, and the body hummed a distant whisper. It slowed and deepened and stopped.
The body drifted and sank until it lay, slightly swaying as the sea moved around it. She lifted and freed it, as she had the anemone but it floated slowly upwards.
The song had ceased.
“I am alone.”
She swam towards the warmth of the surface. Maybe next time the song will last. Her nuclei hummed with anticipation.
This is not a story about a mermaid, by the way. Can you guess the type of creature she is?
ReplyDeleteAlso this one of a series - based on different types of music. This is the only one written, but the others are worked out in my head.
And I will post them up here eventually.
This is SO TOTALLY AWESOME!!!! :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it! ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. With the music and the writing-- I just love this idea and look forward to more pieces.
ReplyDeleteI'm not great with mythical creatures. I have a feeling when I hear it, I'll be all, "Oh!" She seems to move with and like water. Is she a water spirit of some sort?
Lunar ((hugs)) Glad you liked it!
ReplyDeleteYup - a water spirit is exactly right. She is of the water, and in the water, and made of water. I sometimes wonder if I should spell it out more - but I like that she's all subtle and vague.
Oh I got it right! That's amazing, not because I was right, but because I got it from your piece alone. The way she moves, all the clues are there.
ReplyDeleteI think this line was what stood out for me and made me catch all the other clues: "The sun drew her upwards with its warmth..." Later on she comes down from the sky and that's what made me make the connection with water.