Pointless McSutcliffe

One Shot - Time and Space

I exist within the confines of my own sad song. I sing about the past, about long lost love, while a guitar gently weeps inside me.

I am temporary, loud and then quiet, only outside for a few minutes and then done, gone until I'm played again.

He lives in such a different world from mine. I peek at him from my corner when I'm out, but he cannot see me. I am incorporeal, after all. Just notes dancing in the air, contained within an old vinyl.

He hangs on a wall, observes the world outside and around him every time, every day. He has no stopping point, no moment in which he's stored away.

He decorates space, while I decorate time.

We never cross each others, I know him but he does not know me, cannot even hear me. And yet, I can't help but yearn for him.

I yearn for his longing eyes, soft face speckled with freckles, delicate lips, elegant hair. He's a portrait, of a stranger long gone, always standing and staring, never even blinking.

I am in love with him.

Yet, we are locked away from each others. I can only wish he could hear me. He'll never know what I sound like, how happy I could make him, despite my sad sound.

My record is coming to an end, I feel the needle approaching the center. I look at him again for one last time, and I swear I can see him become sadder as my last notes resonate.

I expect to pop out of existence, as I do when I'm over.

But this time, I'm still here. The needle has been lifted, my vinyl is put away. But I'm still floating in the room.

I feel different. Softer, quieter. So much smaller.

Looking to my stranger, I realize why.

He's humming. He's humming me, my song, he's keeping me here. He's keeping me alive.

His lips caress me as I slip out, gentle words shaping me into his small world, his side of the painting.

He knows me! He has heard me! And he likes me, he likes me enough to have learnt me!

If I had a heart, it'd flutter with joy. I do tremble in the sweet vibrato of his voice, and he smiles to me, the widest I've ever seen him smile.

He allows me to float around him a few more times, until his gentle voice is worn away. Only then he stops, and I finally disappear.

It matters little to me. He knows me. Whenever he wants me, he can have me by his side.

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A small story about a song falling in love with a portrait.

I swear this was not done in drugs, I just found it interesting to have two entirely different forms of art interacting, or more like wanting to, in spite of their lack of common media/attributes.

I was picturing this as a very weird McSutcliffe where one of Paul's songs fell for one of Stu's paintings, except that in the end is more of Paul himself as a song ('Yesterday', specifically, although idk if it was released as a single) falling for a self portrait of Stu?