Paxina: 002	Concerto G Major
<< Naked Girl Playing the Piano >>   Written whilst listening to Ludwig van Beethoven “Molto Vivace” and remembering the first time I heard it played to me personally…   It is mid morning. We have stolen in to the Aethenium Hall > Art and Music College.   It is Sunday.   I lie on the floor sketching her back. Half an hour ago she was on her back, singing a similar tune… a bit faster and with somewhat more spirit. But here in the sunlight.   As her hands step reassuringly across the keys, as they did across my spine, she is assured of her confidence as a musician, as much so as she was not, as a new lover…   Like a gazelle. Like a fawn in the summer. New to it still. Skittish.   The morning light drifts thru the tall windows making the mahogany floors glow with their own internal light. Taa ta ta da da da ta ta ta    T ta ta ta taa ta da da ta ta  Ta taaa ta at tat a da   T    t   t t t t    t t    t t t    The Steinwood responds to her touch with the same grace of those dark Arabian stallions you see on auction for 1.8 million sterling   But her fingers and her mind race those stallions to the next note, knowing…   Softly declining, fading…   Only to rise in loud acclaim to the next goat-footed grip on the rocky precipice of this high cliff.   So far above that place where those who think themselves to be like us, can never walk.   Walk?      Walk?                                   Where we leap and jump?                                                                    Uncaring and even oblivious of our own fate.   Her fingers dance to the next movement. Rapida. Rapida. Minueta. Twirl.                                      Rise. Fall. Like empires on their own                             I see…   Heavy horses run in the river, A mounted cavalry charge Full of force and moment. Tall ships on the open sea heave to, For a broad-side fire And brace to the in-coming cannon Gunships drift Fast from the clouds, pouring streaks of fire   Well met…Swords are drawn Diana leaps shining, into the cool dark pool of night And sets hearts loose with the promise of freedom. Draws her swirl of stars about her… Beckons her brother, Mars To come and lay waste to any who may touch her hem…   She is only a naked girl at a piano…       Only a naked girl? So? She shouldn’t be naked?       To play she must be naked? It is only a piano…       Yes! But with her??? Yes, but? And?       With her it is as a battle ship with a demented helmsman on the wheel She rides, Nay… drives it into battle…   She’s just a girl…       A witch! Possessed!   Okay. A witch… And so delightfully possessed Leaping where others doubt and stumble. Such peace Such grace Such sublime grace. A dance in the wind as light as a spinning gossamer web A voice to the heavens to…   Call down Thunder…?        If the Heavens would but dare Against an advancing armada…??   Yes. No Doubt But against such calm beauty? As it lilts and twirls amongst the leaves? In summers golden light?   Lifts her skirt to the afternoon sun Dancing so Across the ponds and glittering light So Light So Light… light… so… light       Yes My liege?     And what of those heavy vessels dropping from our sky? My Liege?             Those machines harvest naught but vengeance and destruction   The Empress’s Janissaries…. No doubt they come to sue for peace             And with out a Consul… nor Tribunal… so they are mocking us, Vizier…   Failing which, they come to sue us to surrender. Or seek outright conquest.   “My liege, there are nine M Class star-ships waiting Parked in high orbit above us, now, Their signal ever hungry for our response…”   Just a girl playing the piano… she’s only a girl   “My liege, we detect them arming They are cloaking for battle. They charge their weapons… Nine ships of the Realm Are entering our atmosphere They claim to have Orders, they will not desist   I want to hear the rest of the song   “And you want to hear the rest of this song? The Admiral of The Line demands to speak With you. The Sword of Damocles hangs over your brow, My Liege…   Tell the Admiral I’m busy….   “My liege, there are nine star-ships prowling Our skies with high energy weapons They commence aerial targeting Of major metropolitan areas….               Is it not sweet? Listen... Her fingers…   “My liege, the ships are dropped… They have entered commercial airspace As I speak Lucifer walks amongst us… Fire is all about…               And Passion is not?   On the next bar, she will lift them out of the sky…. The next note will be the Last note. !!   “My Liege, there are Nine Star Ships MADE LAND FALL. Scarlet battalions advance under their flag and Their devils toys wreak devastation   Oh Listen to her…. She will lay them waste. As she rides, on her back of memory, She will shatter their hulls and silence their weapons With just one arpeggio! Just One…   AaaaH…. Here it comes….   Can you hear that Whisper… amongst the notes…   I hear no whisper, My Liege               Yes Vizier… no one ever hears the Whisper of Death, until it is passed. SO! NOW! Let us join… in battle, as we do in love. To the FUKKEN END if you are Bold. And to the MISERABLE END if you are Not.   Tell my Admiral – I whispered: “Prepare the MJOLNIR HAMMER”. With their ships on the ground, they are ‘tween heaven and hell… Bring maximum response.   Mjolnir? Genocide? M’Lord? You are overstepping the Rules of Engagement?               Genocide? Kill everything. That is not of us… Kill themmm, I command it Look at my FACE… Time…  to whisper, Vizier… to whisper. Sper… per… er… rrr I want a pogrom… a… aaahhh… listen to her… I want a jolly old pogrom. Like the old days. Kill everybody, sew their fields with lime, poison there goddam wells, eat their cattle. And take their goods! That’s the most important part. Erase all memory of them. Got? It? Now? Vizier?   My Liege?   She was “just a naked girl” playing at the piano And we all came to watch and listen But NOW. Now she is the Storm God Wielder Of Thunder and Bringer of Lightning Dark and furious   The tempest of her hair will make their ships to flounder The arch of her back will break them upon the rocks She throws her head back, they throw their sails Bent in submission, they ride before the crest And as she lays upon the keys So they will lay foundered upon some barren shore Broken. Spent.   Board Those Ships, I COMMAND you now Set loose my Wolves Mount their vessels by what ever force You wish that will Commit their FUKKEN crews to the endless Night   I want Ragnarok!!!! No-w-w-w-w-w-w-! End of IT… I want BODY count. I want MEGA-death. I want millions to fade from my memory… I want it… You will bring the Mjolnir Hammer to bear upon their landed positions. Fa’aan dap!             Fa’aan Dap? M’Lord?! You exceed your limits of battle protocol…!!!   Fa’Aan Dap! Call Down Thunder! and if there are prisoners, recall that we have no treaty… You best remember, Grand Vizier… I WAS council to an Emperor once. I AM Emperor, NOW… So, good Vizier. Pour me some wine… issue the orders.   I want to hear the end of this song Quietly….   How’s that for “just a naked girl playing a piano?” Nice wine, Vizier. Good choice…   Bloody fukken marvelous. Is she not?   (Cute derriere she has also…      what IS her name?)   Besides we can’t have them running around the empire, unsupervised…   If you know what I mean… oh… Everybody.   Everybody, what? M’Lord?   Oh! Kill everybody, Vizier. No prisoners. No survivors. We cannot afford to feed them, and mercy on TV looks like we are weak. Rather a murderous tyrant, than a negotiating politico, I always say…   Those you FORGET to kill, go on to ORGANIZE… and all that sort of crapola…   Yes, M’Lord   We cannot afford more trouble. See to it.   Veddy good, M’Lord   I need another drink. Let me know when it is “finis”. Beautiful melody, sweetness. Play on… my little Andorinha… play on. You are a heroine this day.