Song In A Wasteland by Sonumbra Works

Song In A Wasteland by Sonumbra Works Song in a Wasteland After the Armistice The room had gone. The piano stood where it had stood. There was no longer any reason to keep one’s voice down. They had built the player to endure. It remembered the position of the hands, the small delay before the second phrase. Of the people who had listened, no instructions remained. Where three notes should have sounded, a wire struck against the wood. The machine allowed the proper interval and continued. Above the plain, unfamiliar craft passed slowly, showing lights. It was possible to watch them now without lying down. The cooling metal ticked. Dust collected in the hinges. These were ordinary sounds now. At the end it lifted both hands and waited, as it had always waited, for someone to turn the page. #art #classicalmusic #contemporaryclassicalmusic