Soul Music - Feet

The moan of the organ took on a more urgent tone. He raised his hands. He hesitated. He lowered his hands and pulled out all the rest of the stops, including the twelve knobs with '?' on them and the two with faded labels warning in several languages that they were on no account to be touched, ever, in any circumstances.

He raised his hands. He raised his feet also, positioning them over some of the more perilous pedals. He shut his eyes. He sat for a moment in contemplative silence, a test pilot ready to slit the edge of the envelope in the starship Melody. He let the plangent memory of the music fill his head and flow down his arms and fill his fingers.

His hands dropped.

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Soul Music - p77