#37 Rhapsody in Blue

by Vickie Hartman DiSanto

Expectation grew as the conductor raised his arms.

One hand descended.

Plunk! Plunk! Plunk!

Biggest first, setting the beat, the waters geysered upward.

Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.

Crisply annunciated splatters joined the earlier bass, catching the sunlight in prismatic harmony.

And finally the smallest.

Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety.
Patter. Pitter. Patter.

Iridescent spray rose, each new arc setting off another smaller one.

Ripples moved outward, meeting with and absorbing others or being swallowed or diverted by them.

And then stillness.

Quiet.

"More?" the younger boy asked.

"No," said his brother. "Time for lunch."

They moved away.

The lake remained ready, anticipating the next symphony, the next kaleidoscopic disturbance of its willing surface.

6 comments:

Annine said...

This was melodic and sweet. I loved how your pov mimicked the imagination of the boys. Well done.
Annie

Sam Knight said...

Love the use of music within the story and the way you reveal who the conductor actually is, and therefore what the music is.

King Family said...

I loved this!

JRVogt said...

Fun piece with a few little surprises hidden within.

Aerin said...

Fun with fountains! Love the whimsy.

Laura Howe said...

Nice imagery and description of sounds.