[Salieri watches as Orpheus begins to play and...is surprised to find himself feeling almost breathless.
The melody is simple but poignant and the accompaniment from the guitar allows the vocal line to float above it, which Orpheus's falsetto does so seamlessly and with surprising volume, one would almost think he was a countertenor. There's something of an aching longing in the music; a yearning for something beautiful long past. It feels like it wraps around his lungs and squeezes, ties his stomach into knots with the bittersweet emotion of it, and Salieri finds himself openly staring, absolutely mesmerized by Orpheus's performance.
As the last note of the guitar dies away, he realizes even that his eyes feel as though they're stinging and he blinks them rapidly to will away the wetness there, sucking in a breath, momentarily speechless]
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The melody is simple but poignant and the accompaniment from the guitar allows the vocal line to float above it, which Orpheus's falsetto does so seamlessly and with surprising volume, one would almost think he was a countertenor. There's something of an aching longing in the music; a yearning for something beautiful long past. It feels like it wraps around his lungs and squeezes, ties his stomach into knots with the bittersweet emotion of it, and Salieri finds himself openly staring, absolutely mesmerized by Orpheus's performance.
As the last note of the guitar dies away, he realizes even that his eyes feel as though they're stinging and he blinks them rapidly to will away the wetness there, sucking in a breath, momentarily speechless]