Farewell to the Dunes

The day his partner left, Janek threw himself into shifting his other love, his piano, around the cottage. He had no idea why. Was he trying to ensure he wasn’t alone? Did he count the instrument as company? Was it more than his work, a tool, something he played? Maybe more like a colleague?

Eventually the mobile shop arrived and the driver helped him take the piano out onto the dunes in front of the house. That was better! He and his other half were together in the outdoors. The sun was starting to dip when he threw himself onto the seat and began to play all the music which had been shooting through his head as he worked. Tune after tune came out but always to the same words, in different rhythms…

If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed

Janek played through the night, not stopping to eat or sleep, until the rising sun straight on his face blinded him. Throwing away all the pages of music he had notated over the last ten hours, he stood up. The second line had come to him at last. The sun rises in the east, his partner was from Slovakia – due east of the dunes…

Mohammed must go to the mountain

7 thoughts on “Farewell to the Dunes

  1. I’ve heard this from song writers, in particular lyricists, and I guess that authors have the same problem.
    Finding the perfect next line.
    Was the first line so great? Well of course it was. Batter head against a wall sometimes helps. Play the same riff for ten hours straight, maybe.
    All duh, until with the dawn comes…
    With mental fanfare and drum roll!
    Now you’re on your way and the piece is rattled off in minutes.
    Melody, five part harmonies, the lot.
    Given what the second line is, why so hard? Doesn’t matter, just is.
    It’s a funny old world.

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