Love,
…he thought back, to every time he said goodbye to her, always giving her a kiss, whether on the lips or on the cheeks, wishing if only just one more time…
He was playing in the streets, singing to the passersby. Set up sitting on a bench, an amplifier, a microphone on a stand. The winter time filled the air, snow blanketing the sidewalks in white, lamp posts that stood gleaming in spotlight. Traffic lights changing, letting cars and people pass through the intersection. A gentleman’s hat laid on the floor upside down, a crowd surrounds, soon a little girl runs up with a noted bill, dropping it in the hat. As the bill fell, there was a warm friendly but subtle smile given to her. His song was beautiful, but lonely, a love song. The lyric of the instrument, the voices of people chattering nearby, the spirit of his low voice left with an empty space for a duet pair. All coming to an end. The dénouement was soon to come.
"you know what the hardest thing about knowing you was?"
"my brilliant intelligence, my instinctive charisma, oh my daring taste."
she pushed him in a brushed-off laughter .
"letting you go..."
roses arranged in a beautiful glass vase laid on the table the morning she woke up. he was already gone. and there he left once more… she waited a thousand nights, and waited a thousand more, in his safe passage of return.
Confident, yet shy. Arrogant cocky, but humble. Sometimes happy, laughing; sometimes sad, holding back. Fooling here, serious there. Found or lost. Looking for a place to call home. And so the appearance was based on the other person. Whether to play, or to sit. Whether, for whatever. Because there it was emptied, becoming formless and shapeless- like water. Flowing and crashing wherever the tides went. Wherever the tides flowed (Bruce Lee).
But it is tricky. A stigma about vulnerability, in the way to express. And so feigning, holding back what completely is, to maintain composure, etiquette. A mirror of glass walls encasing the world outside from the world within. Thinking perhaps a love through transparency, handprints in waiting.
To comfortably let go; shattering and breaking free. The start of something new.
Did you just nonchalantly make a High School Musical reference?
Maybe.
They danced in a ballroom grand and empty, rehearsal of choreography in practice. An enchantment of spotlight echo in performance of two, darkening backgrounds away. Ominous vibrance remain of haunting silhouette upon, as she exits. Street lights flickering of falling snow as curtains close the scene.
