My response to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #11
It was hard to choose a favourite song but I love the picture Joni Mitchell paints of Beethoven in ‘Judgement of the Moon and Stars’, so I took the first line from that song.
No tongue in the bell and the fishwives yell but they might as well be mute. The composer cannot hear his maidservant arguing about a basket of fresh trout or the striking of hooves on the cobbles outside. As far as he is concerned there is no outside. He lives in a world of muffled echoes in his ears and cold piano keys under his fingers. He recalls being woken in the middle of the night as a child and straining to reach the keyboard from a huge ornate stool. Now, in his forties, he fills the stool with his portly body and music…
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