Check out this beautiful, musical piece written by freshman Sophia Mu. She describes it as a “romantic, serene piece, like gentle waves under moonlight,” and aims to replicate “the fade into a soft ending, as if Chopin himself is slowly submitting to his ailment.”
A silvery glow delicately dusted the dark figures veiled by shadow. The soothing mirage undulated on the shimmering tides, glinting across the expanse of deep blue. Two pairs of hands joined together, feeling as the moonlight glided on their skin, capturing the impending timelessness eternally imprinted in their minds.
Without hesitation, the two waltzed around each other’s space, as if afraid to join together and dance as one. The sloshing tide had stirred up around their clumsy steps, beginning to rise up and splash angrily at their insincere conjoining.
Suddenly, the shadows had stilled in the natural spotlight, reflecting the courteous hand outreached towards his mistress.
As if they had delved into a fantasy, watery footfalls echoed through the silent atmosphere as they stepped onto the intangible waves.
Together, as one, they glided across the endless reflection of the twinkling night.
It was in that moment, seeing his lover’s serene visage reflecting the dim yet soothing light. He could trace the stars in her dark eyes, a void which he could lose himself interminably so.
Years later, he recounted this blissful moment, though some of the details had eroded away just as the ubiquitous waves folded into the sea, dissipating in an instant. The man could no longer see the clarity of her familiar features, only left with the ethereal feeling of each touch, each twirl, each glance.
It was this elation that he grasped so tightly, unwilling to let go.
He could feel his mind drift back and forth in tandem with the rocking waves, crashing into his mind with just a fragment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. But the waves had flowed back into the sea of oblivion, filling his mind with the forlorn yet calming sensation of loss.
He only wished to feel this once more, even if it was an illusory attempt. Immersing himself into the starry night and tranquil waters, he felt something amiss. He had reached his hand out to no avail. The dark void above twinkled amusedly as he wallowed in his lack of companion. It was a dull sting that had often taken hold erratically. Yet, he felt something beckoning for his attention at his feet, assuaging his remnscient misery.
Ah, yes, the waves.
It was the only static part of his memory. No matter the circumstance, they would always overpower the passion, ire, and indignation that often plagued him, nullifying the emotional void with the quiet calm.
He sank lower, submerging his waist into the undulating warmth.
Even if this was but a fantasy, he would delude himself until his memories were plunged into the deep sea, sinking until they dissolved into the perpetual waters.
He let himself go, down and down until liquid bubbled up in his lungs, traveling up to seek release, only to be pushed back in with an influx of water. He expected for the impending flash of all of his life memories to come, for all the obsolete faces to be etched in this ultimatum.
But he simply descended until he could no longer sustain the deep blue hue in his gaze, sinking into the dark, beautiful, and comforting oblivion.