[audio memory] A perfect match

[getsomesleep]

Suddenly, just after sunset, the radios begin to play music.

There's no warning, no signal, no words. Nothing but the soft, echoing strumming of the string instrument - some might recognize a guqin, played with exceptional skill and relish. A wave of sound crashes, and another, and then a second instrument joins, quicker and fiercer yet in perfect harmony.

The two unknown musicians play for some minutes, dancing around, complimenting, coaxing each other. There is no sound but the music as it unfolds, develops and finally builds to a crescendo that echoes for long seconds after both go silent.

And just as the music rose, it disappears again.

[Taken from Red Cliff Part I, right here from about 8:55 to the end.]

Comments

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful - you have a great deal of skill.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly, after a while.]

Your words are kid, but I'm not certain that the musician is here to accept them.

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

[Pause. She hadn't considered that, given that everyone else was very obviously in their memories]

Then my good wishes go with them, wherever they are.