~♫
Send me ‘~♫’ for my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.
Dove never intended to sing with an audience. She was the farthest thing from a performer, attention focused on her was intimidating, and though she knew her voice wasn't bad, any sort of compliment would send her into a flustered blush, despite the tiny smiles she'd manage to produce afterwards.Today she was doing little more than humming to herself while finishing the dishes, until occasionally the lyrics would snatch through in a moment of relaxation as the song was all that crossed her relaxed mind:"What is this pace, the type of dance?I cannot tell which steps I have to take.I'd like to leave, just run away,my feet are tangled up..."Dove froze and her voice caught in her throat the moment she realized she wasn't alone. Her singing stopped as she offered her habitual head-dipping nod to the stranger, eyes almost embarrassed as she turned back to the sink... But that's all it was, really - just a moment. She was in the mood to sing. And though her voice was more timid now, far more fragile, the lyrics came back to her voice as her hands found a new set of plates to wash. Maybe... Today she wouldn't mind being heard, just once."So hard to face, the... pace of the clock!What do you think, will it ever stop?So will I fall, and not get up?I take it all in stride."
~*~ {{ Dance of Fate, by Epica.I’m sorry for the little-known-ness of the choice [around here at least; pretty sure Epica’s huge in Europe]. I researched Mayan culture for a thing on deviantArt, remembered this CD's art was heavily based on Mayan decor, and proceeded to get this entire CD stuck in my head. And this song does feel very Dove-like…~~ }}
