#half-rite

That tension, that trembling; that strange, warm want. A daring desire, sweet, tremulous, a new melodic thread raising tension through all the harmonic chaos to focus where need pointed, and (John’s tentacles on his legs) the brass broke off into waterfall cascades of notes and (sliding higher, illicit but welcome) the strings became one sawing, pulsing chord like the beautiful grunts of heaven’s angels, and (recognizing in that moment the strength of those limbs that were so gentle for him), he brought this piece to its climax, arms spread, taking up the breadth and depth of the keyboard, and then—

I'm honored to announce that this and this piece have been featured in the latest chapter of Surrogate!