stuff and nonsense.

every now and then i write stuff - i have a whole website full of it - some i will post over here every now and then... here is last nights musings...


she stands at the front of the room, conspicuous by the fact that she's alone. she's happy there, reading her notes, preparing for what she's about to do, while the rest of the rooms' occupants are still barely aware she is there. all in black, the only flash of colour is the red of her glasses, perched in her hair, which has the barest hint of blue when the light catches what is otherwise jet black. those who've seen her wardrobe know that summer - while muted - has colour, blues and purples, but winter is all black, and today is a very cold day. her appearance is almost severe, widows peak prominent with hair pulled back into a long, straight, tail, black top and long skirt revealing nothing but at the same time hinting at an entirely lovely and feminine figure, glasses now on her nose completing the look that says i am mature and respectable. she is the youngest in the room, but so many will never be aware of this fact. with a determined breath she turns to face the room. a hundred voices fade to silence and two hundred eyes watch as she raises her hands. by this simple gesture she has complete control of the room, everyone instantly aware of her sense of self, her tone of command, though she need not say a word to make her presence known and felt. with her hands she has commanded armies, made love swell and grow, expressed hate and brought tears to her audience. she can draw from her students emotions they didn't know they possessed and feelings that have lain dormant for years. she is a student herself but also a master in so many ways.
she is the conductor, of choir and orchestra, controlling a world of music with every minute gesture, pulling and pushing sound, making her audience think and feel by the control she has of the musicians in front of her. and all of this achieved in mono chromal silence.

that is all