Broken chords

Usage examples of arpeggios.

Fingernails that gleam like mother-of-pearl strike strings, ripple chords and arpeggios into the perfumed air as he weaves a spell of timelessness and eternity.

The Malmsteen solo was easy to play, but playing did not imply understanding, and she fought her way through the lightning scales and arpeggios, striving to comprehend the flashes of blue and violet and emerald that erupted from the music.

She flipped the pickup selector switch on the front of the Strat, adjusted a tone knob, and then went off into a series of cascading arpeggios that ranged from despairing to joyous in the space of a few seconds.

Her blue eyes narrowed as she went back into rapid-fire arpeggios and licks, and she seemed to be thinking of something that angered her.

The back room shuddered with the wave of sound, but she was already shifting to the cascades of arpeggios and the double-stopped polyphony that had become her signature.

Just the way you ring those little arpeggios on your string of tins in time to Miss Auburn's rope-dancing.

As Elemér jingled and jangled a very merry rendition of "Ave Maria," coins began to clink into the cup almost as rapidly as the arpeggios he was playing.

She seemed to listen not with ears alone but with every tensed muscle, her entire body one rapt chord of listening through which swept swift arpeggios of terror.

And the silver music of the moon —the sweet music of the moon of spring, the full-throated music of the harvest moon, the brittle crystalling music of the winter moon with its arpeggios of meteors —he could weave into strains such as no human ears had ever heard.

Music filled the cavern, strange chords, unfamiliar progressions, shattering arpeggios and immense vibrations of sound that could be felt but not heard by the human ear.

The lights flickered over the machines, copper and ruby, to arpeggios recalling harpsichords.

From behind the backdrop came a characteristic series of arpeggios—phrygian mode interchanging with harmonic minor—dark, exotic harmonies reminiscent of the florid violin of Nicolò Paganini.

She wove the melody into her awareness, into her view of the mountains to the south, and then—expanding the song, increasing the intervals between melody and accompaniment, contrasting ascending scales with descending arpeggios—she also increased her vision.

Even the tricky slow section came off, with Jerry’s keys shimmering out in background swells while Christa plucked clean runs and arpeggios.

By daylight, while he walked abandoned to reverie down the trail, he replayed in his mind Halliron's exquisitely polished arpeggios, his trills of ornamentation, his clean, meticulous cadences whose simplicity itself shaped naked force.