57th Day of Autumn 513AV
She’d spent a long time practicing random melodies on her flute today. Scores and notes, occasionally writing them down. She’d also purchase a new songbook having lost her old one to the riots. Krisa had busily written down all the songs she had memorised already. not because she needed to, but because she liked to have a record of things. She hadn’t played for tips today and she didn’t have a gig planned, but something inside her had shut down. Her job was to bring happiness, and entertainment. but the day was too solemn for that. Too sad.
She sat at home, playing her flute. Her songbird joined in half way and harmonised with her beautifully. She’d cried a lot over the past few days… with all the death. Her music brought her some well needed comfort while she tried to remember only the love she’d had for her Lemma, and convincingly mix that into her playing. No… she couldn’t play for others today, all she could do was practice for another day.
This all changed later that evening. She’d gone for a walk with nothing but her companion, and her songbook for company.Slowly and mournfully, she strolls the streets of Lhavit. Her heart is weighted with the simple knowledge that so many lay dead. Just two days ago a mass funeral had been held. They lit up the lake like beacons, slowly drifting futher out of sight, and out of the lives of those who loved them. Everyone shared the burden of grief together.
It was so different that her memory of Lem’s funeral. The day she had stayed longer than everyone else and cried in the dust. Some people milled about, heads low to the ground with sorrow, and Krisa felt absolutely helpless. As helpless as she had been when she lay dying in the streets on the first day of the riots.
But Kieran reminded her of the one thing she could do. He began to sing his own beautiful song, sat atop her shoulder. If there was one thing she had surely been noticed for, it was for her bird. He was always with her now. On her head, or at her heart, or snuggled against her neck. She was the Girl with the Goldfinch. It was nearing dusk, and Krisa though she should go home. But she’d had an idea, one that she just could not put down. Her songbook, she had brought it with her purely due to the comfort she felt holding it. One page in particular. One of the first songs she had ever written had been stuck down onto the first page. “A song for my Lemma” It said “I Still Cry” This was a song she had written and never shared with anyone but herself. She’d always selfishly called it her own property, her own special song to share with herself in the lowest moments of her grief. But with all the death around her, with all the people mourning, she felt it was all she could do to pay tribute to their losses, with what she had used to tribute her own.
With that desided, she stopped, in the middle of some street, and looked around at the small crowd of dislodged people, and decided to go to work. Her song for today was not one of joy, instead it aimed to pay tribute to those who had died in the devastating Riots following the earthquakes. Almost having died herself that day made her thankful to be alive.
She still clutched her songbook, but this time she held it outwards so that anyone who passed her by could read it if they stopped. It didn’t mater if people started singing, or if they just watched. She would sing the song in it’s lengths. And so, in the middle of the half destroyed streets the Girl with the Goldfinch stood amidst the destruction, the anger, the pain, the grief, and she sang. Her voice was slow, haunting, soft. She was vulnerable, and she wanted to let whatever audience she got in on that vulnerability. Into those words, she spun so much love, and so much pain. It was a single voice, not accompanied by instruments. One single voice against so many cries.
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I'm making flowers out of paper
While darkness takes the afternoon
I know that they won't last forever
But real ones fade away too soon
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
It's just that I recall September
It's just that I still hear your song
It's just I can't seem to remember
Forever more those days are gone
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
But when the leaves start falling down, I still Cry
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By the end of the song, tears had slipped down her freckled cheeks, but she didn’t stop to wipe them. Instead she surveyed the crowd. She hadn’t placed anything down for them to put money in. the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She just wanted to sing for everyone. Something to soothe a new scar. Her lips quivered as she stood there, after the last note, she found herself completely guard less. Nothing hid her, or obscured her, and she openly wept. She didn’t have another song, this had been an impulse… and only that. Something she hadn’t though about. Something she needed to do.
She sat at home, playing her flute. Her songbird joined in half way and harmonised with her beautifully. She’d cried a lot over the past few days… with all the death. Her music brought her some well needed comfort while she tried to remember only the love she’d had for her Lemma, and convincingly mix that into her playing. No… she couldn’t play for others today, all she could do was practice for another day.
This all changed later that evening. She’d gone for a walk with nothing but her companion, and her songbook for company.Slowly and mournfully, she strolls the streets of Lhavit. Her heart is weighted with the simple knowledge that so many lay dead. Just two days ago a mass funeral had been held. They lit up the lake like beacons, slowly drifting futher out of sight, and out of the lives of those who loved them. Everyone shared the burden of grief together.
It was so different that her memory of Lem’s funeral. The day she had stayed longer than everyone else and cried in the dust. Some people milled about, heads low to the ground with sorrow, and Krisa felt absolutely helpless. As helpless as she had been when she lay dying in the streets on the first day of the riots.
But Kieran reminded her of the one thing she could do. He began to sing his own beautiful song, sat atop her shoulder. If there was one thing she had surely been noticed for, it was for her bird. He was always with her now. On her head, or at her heart, or snuggled against her neck. She was the Girl with the Goldfinch. It was nearing dusk, and Krisa though she should go home. But she’d had an idea, one that she just could not put down. Her songbook, she had brought it with her purely due to the comfort she felt holding it. One page in particular. One of the first songs she had ever written had been stuck down onto the first page. “A song for my Lemma” It said “I Still Cry” This was a song she had written and never shared with anyone but herself. She’d always selfishly called it her own property, her own special song to share with herself in the lowest moments of her grief. But with all the death around her, with all the people mourning, she felt it was all she could do to pay tribute to their losses, with what she had used to tribute her own.
With that desided, she stopped, in the middle of some street, and looked around at the small crowd of dislodged people, and decided to go to work. Her song for today was not one of joy, instead it aimed to pay tribute to those who had died in the devastating Riots following the earthquakes. Almost having died herself that day made her thankful to be alive.
She still clutched her songbook, but this time she held it outwards so that anyone who passed her by could read it if they stopped. It didn’t mater if people started singing, or if they just watched. She would sing the song in it’s lengths. And so, in the middle of the half destroyed streets the Girl with the Goldfinch stood amidst the destruction, the anger, the pain, the grief, and she sang. Her voice was slow, haunting, soft. She was vulnerable, and she wanted to let whatever audience she got in on that vulnerability. Into those words, she spun so much love, and so much pain. It was a single voice, not accompanied by instruments. One single voice against so many cries.
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I'm making flowers out of paper
While darkness takes the afternoon
I know that they won't last forever
But real ones fade away too soon
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
It's just that I recall September
It's just that I still hear your song
It's just I can't seem to remember
Forever more those days are gone
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said, goodbye and I know you're alright now
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry
But when the leaves start falling down, I still Cry
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By the end of the song, tears had slipped down her freckled cheeks, but she didn’t stop to wipe them. Instead she surveyed the crowd. She hadn’t placed anything down for them to put money in. the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She just wanted to sing for everyone. Something to soothe a new scar. Her lips quivered as she stood there, after the last note, she found herself completely guard less. Nothing hid her, or obscured her, and she openly wept. She didn’t have another song, this had been an impulse… and only that. Something she hadn’t though about. Something she needed to do.
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