[ Bach: one player, one instrument, and such a sound produced by the tremble of strings (a flutter of sparrow's wings) first in a slow lyric of introduction, then a pervasive fugue, followed by a contrapuntal mediation and brisk finale of passagework brought to life by a musician nuanced in their craft but so too--... isolated, a feeling of loneliness so pervasive and so profound seeping into every note of the sonata that it seems an impossible weight for the heart to bear until...!
There is a resounding snap! of an string—the E string, as it so often is—and a soft hiss of pain which might very well catch the attention of anyone lingering outside of the practice room's doorway if they'd not already been drawn in by the playing.
And then, a murmur of self-reprimand followed by a staccato click of footsteps; the sound of both instrument and bow being returned to their case: ] Ah, what a nuisance I've been today.
CLOSED | Alucard
There is a resounding snap! of an string—the E string, as it so often is—and a soft hiss of pain which might very well catch the attention of anyone lingering outside of the practice room's doorway if they'd not already been drawn in by the playing.
And then, a murmur of self-reprimand followed by a staccato click of footsteps; the sound of both instrument and bow being returned to their case: ] Ah, what a nuisance I've been today.