A little re-work of a three years old drawing of the Lord.
© Sarah Belmas
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I made a Grooveek Forte.
‘Cause I can.
Plus I need to regain confidence in drawing him again.
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Mun: A Maestro Forte dedication video I made a few years back. I hope you all enjoy.
Forte: Is this the best you could do? I appreciate the effort, but you couldn't perhaps find something classical?
Mun: I think it's good!
Forte: Oh please. The absurdness of-
Mun: That's it *bolts Forte back to wall and leaves*
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Flute Lessons
With his head rested in one hand, Forte used the other hand to lazily conduct Miss Tremaine. His eyebrows furrowed each time her notes went flat, as if he were wincing at the sound of her playing. Rolling his eyes, he tried not to sound rude as she finished out the song. He had waited too long for an apprentice to just let this one slip away from him. Pacing himself, he kept his frustrations contained. He stopped her before nodding his head, "It was... Fine." Straightening himself up, he rubbed his temples and gestured one hand, "Try doing your scales for me. I need to hear the notes you struggle on the most."
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"With the face of Death, as it seems you moan in the night
Surrounded by the Grace of a gloomy fog
You walk with Darkness in your side
You seem timeless, as Gods
I have you for company
I wouldn't have bet all these years
Soon you'll be as old as my whole memory
I owe you my survival, I owe you decades
There's music, the bridge between our worlds
Your music soothes my savage soul
And then I know there'll be a time
When our hands will tame"
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“Bastringue ? Bastringue ?? Mais c’est le chef d’oeuvre de ma vie !”
“Noise ? Noise ?? This is my materpiece !”
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“Horloge, Dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible / Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: “Souviens-toi!””
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Figé là, dans la bruine,
Un point inerte, une vague figure
L’âme glacée, rendue à l’état de ruine
Ta vie parsemée d’angles durs
Comme autant de cris sans réponse
Une main tendue pourtant en vain
Toi auquel le monde renonce
Les notes s’éteignent au chagrin
Toi, figé là, dans les neiges éternelles
Puisses-tu un jour être éternel...
© Sarah Belmas
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