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osprey_archer) wrote2013-10-05 12:06 am
osprey_archer) wrote2013-10-05 12:06 am
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Music
The Fine Arts Library is the best library. It has paintings, it has sculptures, it has windows - the main library doesn’t, because they want to kill our souls - and it’s in the art museum, which is a grand staircase and three stories of empty space, with galleries at the sides.
I had just climbed to the library mezzanine when I heard the music: an eerie surge of sound in the silence. The library windows overlook the stair, and I went to them and looked down - and on the landing, beneath the skylights in the vaulted ceiling, one woman played on a grand piano and another on violin. Beethoven.
I went down again. The music faded as I went into the library proper, and grew again as I went into the library foyer: and when I entered the museum, the sound filled all three stories: the air seemed to vibrate with it.
The chairs were already full. So I leaned against the stair rail, and listened.
I had just climbed to the library mezzanine when I heard the music: an eerie surge of sound in the silence. The library windows overlook the stair, and I went to them and looked down - and on the landing, beneath the skylights in the vaulted ceiling, one woman played on a grand piano and another on violin. Beethoven.
I went down again. The music faded as I went into the library proper, and grew again as I went into the library foyer: and when I entered the museum, the sound filled all three stories: the air seemed to vibrate with it.
The chairs were already full. So I leaned against the stair rail, and listened.