#goldfinchfreehold

Linwood the centaur plays one from one his favorite musicians, thanks to Piper and others he'd gained a bit more confidence in his singing voice, but when it comes to tickling the keys? That's where he feels , well, at home. Odd how performance can be a home. Maybe some musicians take to tours better than others because they're never far from home as long as they play. There are machines that could recreate these sounds, but they lack the subtle variance, the shifting to fit the moment and any ears about perfectly, while keeping true at the same time, and as his keyboard work opens the gates, his singing voice follows, "She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me."

Etsie would be proud of his voice's improvement to hear this, and a boggan might wonder who had inspired him, which girl? For it sounds like an ode not of the performer's own, not just a dedication to the original composer's ex, "She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me."

"Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind" He smiles, thinking of a woman with those very qualities and how he admires her command.

"And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me" The hold thrums below as the music rains down on it. The fire seems to shine a bit brighter.

"Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind."

And anyone nearby with a good empathy could tell there is someone specific he's now thinking of, someone out of reach. A boggan might keel over from the obviousness of it all.

"She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me."

And the keys set to rest, but the last notes linger, forlorn and resigned to a prize beyond reach.

It's good enough to share her world. Yes? yes.

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