singing_hope
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Age: 21
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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:10 pm Post subject: Love |
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My Senses Tell Me You're Closer
His purpose for a choir is to bestow upon others his love for music and allow those others to bestow upon music their love for it. Although I am no part of either circumstance, I am still gifted with a chance. Music brings us together. Like a rose that looks forward to spring when her buds unfold into life, I look forward to winter. Minute snow flakes barely covering once lived grass remind me the clock has moved forward and sooner than later we will meet once again. I can almost hear last winter’s choir whispering in my ear; your delicate face flashing in my deepest thought. Colder are the days and squirrels are rarely seen now. Heavily, the wind passes me, turning my once smooth and warm skin into crusty and cold, yet refreshing, cover for bones. This, too, reminds me that what separates you from I, are merely a few seconds of time; at least this is what my heart feels (for numbers don’t express to me the length our parting period, but rather, nature allows me to comprehend it). I then find myself in front of a mirror smiling at the jumpy feeling in my heart, and checking to make sure lipstick and mascara was applied nicely. My shaky fingers open the auditorium doors and my feet stumble inside, moving faster than me. Like the movement of aggressive tree branches just outside the auditorium windows, my eyes wander aimlessly looking for you. My heart and mind argue: where shall we sit? Last winter, you sat, ever so angelically, in front. I, getting the better deal, a few rows behind you. In fear the rows will fill up quickly, I choose to sit exactly where I had last time, in hopes you decide the same. Lights dim now, and a voice greets the audience. Late, you arrive gliding gently through air, with your pale skin and dark hair, and find yourself a place to sit. I glance behind me quite a few times. The voice’s arms sway forward and backward in firm elegance leading the voices of those joyful hearts to the path of correct rhythm, correct pronunciation, correct singing. Those voices, almost ahead of themselves from sincere delight, portray their love for music through these sounds, singing with open mouths and open hearts. Although I am no part of either circumstance and yet having not uttered a single word to you, I am still gifted with a chance. The chance to see you. |
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