Part Three
Music breathes life into words. Love breathes life into music.
This is a continuation of the "Songstress" series. If you've not yet read the previous chapters please go back and read "Songstress", "DUO" parts one and two.
A huge thank you to tool1952 for his masterful editing, being both timely and amazingly attentive to detail. I would highly recommend him to anyone looking for a good editor.
I was surrounded by endless greyness, with a diffused gentle light whose source I could not determine. This soft grey stretched out forever all around me. There were no features, no hills or valleys, no horizon. Yet despite these featureless surroundings, it felt warm, inviting. It seemed to say, 'stay awhile.'
Yes, I felt like staying. I left something bad behind, but I couldn't remember what. Here, I felt like I could float. I had a profound sense of serenity and peace.
'Am I dead, is this what death feels like?'
I heard music and it sounded familiar. I started towards it and realized that I was floating. As I got closer to the source of the singing, my surroundings coalesced into a small pale blue room with three chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was my dear musical friend Karl. He was singing gently and beautifully as always. Except, Karl was dead. He had passed two years ago from brain cancer. I sat and said:
"Karl, you're here? I must be dead."
Karl paused his playing and smiled at me.
"Not quite, old friend. I'm here because I'm still here." As he leaned over and tapped me gently on the forehead.
"Then, if I'm not dead, where am I? Why am I here?"
Karl smiled schematically,
"Ah, the age-old question! Let's just say you're 'in-between', hovering somewhere between life and The Beyond. You took quite a beating Joel."
Suddenly it all came flooding back; the confrontation with Billy Blake, the brutal beating I had taken. My body must be struggling somewhere to stay alive.
"What are you doing here Karl?"
Karl chuckled,
"What did you always say to me when I was sick? Music heals, music gets us through the darkest days of our lives. Well, my friend, I'm just here to play some music with you, until you're ready."
"Ready for what?"
"You'll find out soon enough." was all he would say.
"Meantime, why don't you pick up your guitar and let's just play awhile."
I suddenly noticed my trusty 'Takie' on a guitar stand beside me. I smiled and picked it up and was about to tune up.
"Nah, don't bother, nothing gets out of tune here." Karl smiled.
Sighing at the wonder of it all, I asked, "So, what do you want to play?"
"Whatever you want. But let's start with this one." As he began with the intro to Fields of Gold.
So we played and sang and harmonized for what seemed to be hours. I didn't feel tired nor were my fingers sore.
'Boy, I could use some of this in-between in the real world!' I thought to myself
"Yeah, for sure!" Karl said nonchalantly.
When I looked at him in surprise, he pointed to my head.
"I'm in there, remember?"
Of course.
During this pause, I asked: "Who's the other chair for?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" came another familiar voice from beside me.
I'd recognize that raspy voice anywhere. It was another musical buddy, Ross, who had also passed from cancer. Both had died during the COVID pandemic and I never hat a proper chance to say goodbye to either of them.
I was getting used to this scenario by now.
"Hey Ross! Ready for a little 'Wagon Wheel'?"
Ross guffawed, "Now is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"Don't get all uppity on me," I smiled at him. "I know you didn't really hate that song. So just get your ass over here and join us!"
And so, the three of us played, often singing three-part harmonies. Karl and Ross had never met, it was me who was the common thread. Yet, we played and sang, sounding suspiciously like Crosby, Stills and Nash. What a sound we made! It was how I always imagined we would have sounded, had the three of us ever gotten together. Those sweet harmonies rang on that last note of 'Suite Judy Blue Eyes'.
I thought suddenly,
'Blue eyes! Oh my God, my Beth, my heart of hearts! How could I have forgotten her? Where is she, is she still with me?'
Karl smiled as he said gently,
"She'll always be with you, Joel. You didn't forget her. You needed to not be so desperate to go to her before you were ready. You're still not ready, but there are other ways of being with her..."
Karl and Ross faded from view, and then I was in a bedroom with white-washed walls. Diaphanous cream-coloured curtains billowed with a salty breeze blowing through an open window overlooking crystal clear waters. I was in swimming trunks feeling the flush of a long day in the sun.
I looked out at the lush tropical forest growing up to a sparkling white beach. I was in an exotic, luxurious hut, standing on stilts right on the water. I knew I was in the Maldives, a place where I was going to take Beth on our honeymoon.
I felt her hands come around me as she hugged me from behind, the side of her head resting on my back.
"Is it not just beautiful and perfect, my love?" she whispered, "It's where I've always wanted to go. And being here with you, makes it more than just a paradise, it's heaven on earth!"
My eyes closed in delight as I revelled in her touch, her scent, and her sultry voice. Placing my hands over hers, with my eyes still closed, I whispered back, "But I wanted to surprise you with this trip."
"You will my wonderful man, you will. But first, how about a taste of that heaven?"
I turned in Beth's arms and looked into those azure eyes that seemed to reflect the sky and ocean outside our window. They were shining with an inner glow of love, passion, need and want. Eternity with this woman would not be enough for me.
We kissed, gently, lovingly at first, then turning fiercely passionate. Our tongues danced against each other as if to a hidden song. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies and suddenly our beach clothes vanished.
This wasn't a rushed fucking, this was a slow, tender coupling of two people deeply, madly in love. I wished that we were on the pristine beach under the stars, and then we were. I sat cross legged on the blanket, and Beth sat on me, her legs wrapped around my waist. I entered her and we both sighed in bliss. We were home once again.
Moving together in gentle unison, I once again marvelled at our perfect fit. My cock fit her tunnel that was so incredibly tight but yielding. Her slickness made the friction even more pleasurable.