Black and grey fine line flash sheet of music designs, including a microphone, headphones, winged music note, stave ribbons, treble clef column and the word Music in script.

Music-themed flash sheet with notes, microphone and

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of separate music designs on a white background: a microphone with a looping cable, a pair of headphones with a coiled cable and jack plug, a winged music note, two wavy ribbons of stave lines and notes, a vertical column of treble clefs and notes, and the word Music in scripted lettering. The linework is fine and detailed, with light shading on the headphones and microphone, and the designs are arranged with generous space between them.

Fine line Microphone Music note Treble clef Wing Cable Script Music

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Frances, the wireless in the Ashby Road flat has finally given up, so I am writing instead of listening, which you will say is the wrong way round for a man who sells radios. Mr Pardoe came in on Tuesday with a set his grandson had dropped down the stairs and asked if I could make it sing again. I told him a valve can be replaced, but a voice has to be coaxed out of the dark. He laughed as if I had made a joke, and I suppose I had.

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The Saturday dance at the Co-op hall has a new man on the microphone, a boy from Carlisle with a cough and a grin, and he sings as if the notes were loose coins he had found in his coat. Dora says he is trouble. I have listened to him twice from the back by the urn, headphones clamped over my ears on the old set I brought down from the shop, the cable coiled on the floor like a sleeping snake, and I swear the stave lines of the song go up and down the room like a ribbon blown off a line. Every note has its own little wing if you are standing close enough.

I have been thinking about the notes that get away. Mr Pardoe's grandson, I expect, will be whistling something by the weekend that nobody taught him. Please write back and tell me whether the seaside rain in Morecambe is as grey as they say, and whether you still have my records in your case. I will bring the good headphones to the station on Friday, jack plug and all, in case you want to hear what the sea sounds like when someone is singing over it.

Your loving brother, Ray