in Algernon Blackwood: „Ancient Sorceries”
Aus: Best Ghost Stories of Algernon Blackwood
|„And, presently, as he sat lazily melting into its
dream, a sound of horns and strings and wood instruments rose to his
ears, and the town band began to play at the far end of the crowded
terrace below to the accompaniment of a very soft, deep-throated drum.
Vezin was very sensitive to music, knew about it intelligently, and had
even ventured, unknown to his friends, upon the composition of quiet
melodies with low-running chords which he played to himself with the
soft pedal when no one was about. And this music floating up through
the trees from an invisible and doubtless very picturesque band of the
townspeople wholly charmed him. He recognised nothing that they played,
and it sounded as though they were simply improvising without a
conductor. No definitely marked time ran through the pieces, which
ended and began oddly after the fashion of wind through an Aeolian
harp. It was part of the place and scene, just as the dying sunlight
and faintly breathing wind were part of the scene and hour, and the
mellow notes of old-fashioned plaintive horns, pierced here and there
by the sharper strings, all half smothered by the continuous booming of
the deep drum, touched his soul with a curiously potent spell that was
almost too engrossing to be quite pleasant.
There was a certain queer sense of bewitchment in it all. The music seemed to him oddly unartificial. It made him think of trees swept by the wind, of night breezes singing among wires and chimney-stacks, or in the rigging of invisible ships; or--and the simile leaped up in his thoughts with a sudden sharpness of suggestion--a chorus of animals, of wild creatures, somewhere in desolate places of the world, crying and singing as animals will, to the moon. He could fancy he heard the wailing, half-human cries of cats upon the tiles at night, rising and falling with weird intervals of sound, and this music, muffled by distance and the trees, made him think of a queer company of these creatures on some roof far away in the sky, uttering their solemn music to one another and the moon in chorus.
It was, he felt at the time, a singular image to occur to him, yet it expressed his sensation pictorially better than anything else. The instruments played such impossibly odd intervals, and the crescendos and diminuendos were so very suggestive of cat-land on the tiles at night, rising swiftly, dropping without warning to deep notes again, and all in such strange confusion of discords and accords. But, at the same time a plaintive sweetness resulted on the whole, and the discords of these half-broken instruments were so singular that they did not distress his musical soul like fiddles out of tune.
He listened a long time, wholly surrendering himself as his character was, and then strolled homewards in the dusk as the air grew chilly.”
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