17 Mar 12
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Finger porn. Just saying.

And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee —Revelations 18:22a

Jimmy plucks the strings sometimes—lets the steel cut into the pad of his thumb, lets his nail brush against the thrumming sound—but all he hears is a dull, pulsing A, bereft of that spark that made it his.  Castiel’s not there.

#sometimes jimmy plays the violin for hours on end #but there’s no magic #his notes are a prayer #but they go unanswered #sounds carrying light as dust past the evening moon #he’s tempted to smash his violin to the ground #but he still hopes #he still yearns #SOME PART OF HIM ALWAYS KNOWS THAT CASTIEL WILL BE BACK 

Amelia comes home to find Jimmy with his fingers sliced in bloody streaks, red coating the violin strings.

"It’s okay," he tells her, drawing out one long, low note. "I’m just practicing."

She can’t speak; the music has stolen her voice. Practicing for what?

(via not-rubato)

25 Jan 12
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2 years ago

YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.

Created by German artist Bartholomäus Traubeck, Years takes the annual rings that you find in cross-sections of trees and converts them into piano music.

I can hear them. The angels.

(Source: traubeck.com)

1 Jan 11
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Me hice Canción ❤…♪♫


The music of the spheres has an event horizon, and it does not let you go.

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