Serenade

On the eve before our parting from the Isle of Thanta, it was with great risk that I withdrew myself from the present festivities held in the theatre troupe's honor. Not because I had desired to be elsewhere, but because I took with me my instrument. It is to the detriment of Marius that this greater risk falls upon, should I, a slave of no esteem, be discovered and bearing upon my person such a precious object of noble import. Moreso, because I act as if the thing is mine and play it's strings so brazenly like a lover.

It was without a hitch yet again, that I crossed this small island city from where we stayed at the Inn, to a House whose occupants I have found myself growing increasingly attached to. One Lady in particular who goes by the name Asia had especially caught my eye, and more than a few times I had been graced with her unveiled presense. It is at the behest of Asia's desire that I so wickedly and boldly granted her this one last serenade.

Beneath an awning covered veranda I stood, just paces from the doors to this magnificent House with my Kalika held in a lover's embrace between the crook of my chin and breastbone. What lust-filled aesthetic melodies ascended then for my intended audience, whose unveiled features bore upon them such divine and cherubic light. Now and again I saw her looking down upon me from her vernada perch high above, only to inspire me further to illicit new and exciting aural movements of the heart and string.

It is with great sorrow and a broken heart that I and my Kalika composed our farewells to this Lady.

I shall think of her often.