“Achilles nodded and bent over the lyre. I did not have time to wonder about his intervention. His fingers touched the strings, and all my thought were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once. A few hairs slipped forward to hang over his eyes as he played. They were fine as lyre strings themselves, and shone. He stopped, pushed back his hair, and turned to me. "Now you." I shook my head, full to spilling. I could not play now. Not ever, if I could listen to him instead.” LoveMusicLyre Book:The Song of Achilles Source: The Song of Achilles
“Daughter of the rock and the gray sea you fill all hearts with triumph, tortoise shell of the sea.” Willis BarnstoneAlkaiosLyre Author:Alkaios
“White Iris The iris danced across the ancient Grecian skies gliding with her embossed satiny milken sides ...” CharacterPoetryHeavenGrowthBeautyFantasyFlowerConfidencePoemHistoricalSelf WorthGreekProseRainbowInner BeautyMake BelieveZeusIrisHarpConceptualLyreGrecianMt Olympus Book:Enigmatic Evolution Source: Enigmatic Evolution