One listen.

I gave this one a go a couple of days ago and then put it aside. I was considering doing the same thing I did with the previous Talk Talk song I wrote about, but instead decided to start again. I think the first few words are the same as what I’d previously written, but otherwise everything else is different. Previous attempt only got a few sentences in anyway.

I was hoping to pull out something more imagery-based and that didn’t happen, but I like the words here. Still, I feel like I’m trying to describe something with words that don’t suit what it is doing, if that makes sense.

Talk Talk’s “Chameleon Day” is from The Colour of Spring.

I hope you enjoy.

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Piano keys pressed and the notes soften before more sound draws out. It is thin and upon it a flickering of brass, or woodwind rise. They are brief and yet they are constant, and all that soon too fades.

More keys. They play with more space. They place with precision and they interweave with the silence. In the silence a voice appears, almost murmuring. The voice becomes more of a sound, and it almost is like the silence, and it draws itself over the motion and the stillness. It remains moving across form.

The voice suddenly rises, strikes out over keys before settling once more, or at least settling into something lower. Silence. Once more it strikes out, and repeats the pattern.

The keys settle themselves, and soon those earlier sounds seem to return, more vivid in a sense, though still muted. Still flickering briefly, still lingering before moving to silence at the song’s end.