beautiful music played
through the keys of a piano.
long tender fingers glided along the keys
as if they are meant to be there.
it wasn't love at first sight,
no, not at all.
it was the music that drew my heart.
it was the music that you played.
it was the music that brought us together.
it was the music that tore us part.
you were in the music room
which was located at the abandoned side of our school building.
long tender fingers glided along the keys
as if they are meant to be there.
it wasn't love at first sight,
no, not at all.
it was the music that drew my heart.
it was the music that you played.
it was the music that brought us together.
it was the music that tore us part.
you were in the music room
which was located at the abandoned side of our school building.
i happened to pass by
that room
because i need some time alone from everything.
i stopped outside the room,
wiping my tears.
your eyes were closed as you lightly hit the keys.
i did not want to disturb you
instead i saw the window of the room open.
i then quickly and quietly went into the next room,
opened the window and the room was filled with the music.
i carried a dusty desk and placed it by the window,
placed my bag down, rest my head and listen to you play.
i closed my eyes and recall what i saw back then.
your hair moved softly along the breeze
that came through the open window.
it was nearing evening
and your shadow was cast on the open floor.
orange light danced upon the walls of the empty room
and i smiled at the memory.
though it was a brief moment but
brief was all i needed to soak in everything i saw.
i opened my eyes and noticed the room
was getting darker and darker.
i quickly stood up and a piece of cloth
fell onto the floor.
out of curiosity,
i picked up the cloth and
found it was a jacket.
not just any jacket;
it was our school jacket,
a guy's jacket.
i started to panic as it hit me
that you saw me sleeping.
my face heated up as i quickly rushed home.
i had a sleepless night.
so many thoughts rushed in and out of my mind.
i hugged your jacket close to me and i drifted off to sleep.
the next day in school,
i could not wait until school was over
so i could beat you to the room to place
your jacket on the piano.
i put my right hand in my pocket
and felt the note i wrote to you.
thanks for the jacket
i then pondered,
thinking if i should put my name in the note
and i made up my mind to just place my initials.
when the last bell rung,
i rushed towards the discard side of the construction
and walked softly on the broken boards.
you weren't there yet, to my relief.
i stood by the door and cautiously walked into the room.
i placed your jacket on top of the piano
and i sat on the chair of the piano.
out of curiosity,
i opened the piano
and idly touch the keys.
ah, it brought back my childhood memories.
a friend i once use to have.
he taught me to play a song and i've cherished
the moments we had.
i touched the keys and started to play that particular song.
my lips curved slightly upwards as the melody
filled the room.
after a few minutes,
i got up and left the room.
i went to the other room,
hoping you'll go in the music room
and i would be able to hear you play.
but dusk soon arrive
yet not a note was heard.
i was disappointed.
i went to take your jacket back.
on the following day,
i did not idle in the music room.
instead,
i placed your jacket on the piano
and went next door.
soon,
i heard a soft melody playing.
my heart skipped a beat.
and i stayed there until no music were heard.
this went on for many days.
you played the same song over and over
and i hid in the next room,
listening to the music you play
over and over.
no, i did not get bored of it.
i was grateful for you did not play other songs.
this may sound weird,
but during our school time,
i kept my distance from you
and watched you from afar.
i then found out your name from your friends.
and that you would be at the school library
every morning before class starts.
sometimes you sleep there
sometimes you read.
how'd i know?
i was there too,
just a couple of desks behind you.
i didn't know you were there at first.
i swear!
i just happened to notice you after the piano incident.
i remember the day you caught me listening to you.
it was so embarrassing!
i dropped a book on the floor in the other room
and i quickly hid in a shelf before you came it.
i closed my eyes, hoping you won't find me.
then i heard a creak and i saw you standing
infront of me.
i saw sweat drip from your hair
and i realized you played the piano after your sports, basketball.
you were panting and i couldn't meet your eyes.
you then stepped a side
so i could get out from the shelf.
that's how we first met
you smiled at me and went over to take my things.
"excuse me?" i remembered saying this to you.
but you just walked away,
with my backpack and all.
i jogged after you and you went into the next room.
you placed my back on the floor,
next to the piano and you sat down while looking at me.
i couldn't move.
i was stunned.
you then pat on the seat,
asking me to sit next to you.
i felt shy as i sat next to you.
after a few minutes of silence,
you started to play the piano.
i looked at you and once again,
your eyes were closed.
i too, closed my eyes as i drowned into the music.
"how long?" your first words to me.
my eyes snapped open.
i blushed.
"i think i have an idea.
thanks for giving me back my jacket.
but you didn't have to wash it,
thanks anyways,"
you stopped playing the piano and looked at me.
you smiled.
my heart skipped a beat.
"wel-welcome," i managed to stutter.
"do you like the piano or it's just this particular song?"
"honestly, i love the piano.
the music that comes soaring out once keys were pressed."
"it seems you know how to play one too,"
you started to play the piano.
"i heard you... from the other room,"
"w-what?" i blushed.
"it wasn't that bad, in fact, i enjoyed it."
you finished the piece.
"i never knew anyone else in this school
enjoys listening to the piano. it seems pop has dominate this school.
glad to have the same kind!"
you kept on talking and i listened quietly.
it was so good to hear your voice.
it's like the melody that came out from the piano itself.
we exchanged names and we agreed to meet up here.
everyday.
after school.
day by day,
we got closer and closer.
you taught me how to play the piece you played
and laughed and told me how cute i was when i was frustrated.
i remember my frustration melted away as soon
as those words left your mouth.
we exchanged numbers.
we texted everyday.
we gradually fell in love.
we dated.
we parted our ways after highschool.
we met again after two years.
you came over to my apartment.
you played the piece again.
you made me fell in love with you all over.
not that i stopped loving you.
you told me you still loved me.
we had a time of our lives.
we woke up side by side.
you kissed me once more.
we laughed.
we dated.
we married.
you died...
it was music that tore us apart
you were on the way to your music college.
you had a fight there about a music competition.
you lost.
you accused the judge for being bias.
you were angry.
you drove to a pub.
you got drunk.
you drove.
you got into a car crash.
you left me.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt so torn.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt so alone.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt lost.
it was music that tore us apart
it was music that tore us apart
it was music that tore us apart
it has been 10 years now.
nope, i did not remarry.
i still continue playing the piece you taught me.
the one that brought us together.
it was music that tore us apart
here i am,
by your grave,
telling you the story i've been repeating
for the past 5 years.
since you've passed on actually.
nope.
telling this story doesn't bore me.
i hope it doesn't bore you.
i love you.
it wasn't music that drew my heart.
it was you
because i need some time alone from everything.
i stopped outside the room,
wiping my tears.
your eyes were closed as you lightly hit the keys.
i did not want to disturb you
instead i saw the window of the room open.
i then quickly and quietly went into the next room,
opened the window and the room was filled with the music.
i carried a dusty desk and placed it by the window,
placed my bag down, rest my head and listen to you play.
i closed my eyes and recall what i saw back then.
your hair moved softly along the breeze
that came through the open window.
it was nearing evening
and your shadow was cast on the open floor.
orange light danced upon the walls of the empty room
and i smiled at the memory.
though it was a brief moment but
brief was all i needed to soak in everything i saw.
i opened my eyes and noticed the room
was getting darker and darker.
i quickly stood up and a piece of cloth
fell onto the floor.
out of curiosity,
i picked up the cloth and
found it was a jacket.
not just any jacket;
it was our school jacket,
a guy's jacket.
i started to panic as it hit me
that you saw me sleeping.
my face heated up as i quickly rushed home.
i had a sleepless night.
so many thoughts rushed in and out of my mind.
i hugged your jacket close to me and i drifted off to sleep.
the next day in school,
i could not wait until school was over
so i could beat you to the room to place
your jacket on the piano.
i put my right hand in my pocket
and felt the note i wrote to you.
thanks for the jacket
i then pondered,
thinking if i should put my name in the note
and i made up my mind to just place my initials.
when the last bell rung,
i rushed towards the discard side of the construction
and walked softly on the broken boards.
you weren't there yet, to my relief.
i stood by the door and cautiously walked into the room.
i placed your jacket on top of the piano
and i sat on the chair of the piano.
out of curiosity,
i opened the piano
and idly touch the keys.
ah, it brought back my childhood memories.
a friend i once use to have.
he taught me to play a song and i've cherished
the moments we had.
i touched the keys and started to play that particular song.
my lips curved slightly upwards as the melody
filled the room.
after a few minutes,
i got up and left the room.
i went to the other room,
hoping you'll go in the music room
and i would be able to hear you play.
but dusk soon arrive
yet not a note was heard.
i was disappointed.
i went to take your jacket back.
on the following day,
i did not idle in the music room.
instead,
i placed your jacket on the piano
and went next door.
soon,
i heard a soft melody playing.
my heart skipped a beat.
and i stayed there until no music were heard.
this went on for many days.
you played the same song over and over
and i hid in the next room,
listening to the music you play
over and over.
no, i did not get bored of it.
i was grateful for you did not play other songs.
this may sound weird,
but during our school time,
i kept my distance from you
and watched you from afar.
i then found out your name from your friends.
and that you would be at the school library
every morning before class starts.
sometimes you sleep there
sometimes you read.
how'd i know?
i was there too,
just a couple of desks behind you.
i didn't know you were there at first.
i swear!
i just happened to notice you after the piano incident.
i remember the day you caught me listening to you.
it was so embarrassing!
i dropped a book on the floor in the other room
and i quickly hid in a shelf before you came it.
i closed my eyes, hoping you won't find me.
then i heard a creak and i saw you standing
infront of me.
i saw sweat drip from your hair
and i realized you played the piano after your sports, basketball.
you were panting and i couldn't meet your eyes.
you then stepped a side
so i could get out from the shelf.
that's how we first met
you smiled at me and went over to take my things.
"excuse me?" i remembered saying this to you.
but you just walked away,
with my backpack and all.
i jogged after you and you went into the next room.
you placed my back on the floor,
next to the piano and you sat down while looking at me.
i couldn't move.
i was stunned.
you then pat on the seat,
asking me to sit next to you.
i felt shy as i sat next to you.
after a few minutes of silence,
you started to play the piano.
i looked at you and once again,
your eyes were closed.
i too, closed my eyes as i drowned into the music.
"how long?" your first words to me.
my eyes snapped open.
i blushed.
"i think i have an idea.
thanks for giving me back my jacket.
but you didn't have to wash it,
thanks anyways,"
you stopped playing the piano and looked at me.
you smiled.
my heart skipped a beat.
"wel-welcome," i managed to stutter.
"do you like the piano or it's just this particular song?"
"honestly, i love the piano.
the music that comes soaring out once keys were pressed."
"it seems you know how to play one too,"
you started to play the piano.
"i heard you... from the other room,"
"w-what?" i blushed.
"it wasn't that bad, in fact, i enjoyed it."
you finished the piece.
"i never knew anyone else in this school
enjoys listening to the piano. it seems pop has dominate this school.
glad to have the same kind!"
you kept on talking and i listened quietly.
it was so good to hear your voice.
it's like the melody that came out from the piano itself.
we exchanged names and we agreed to meet up here.
everyday.
after school.
day by day,
we got closer and closer.
you taught me how to play the piece you played
and laughed and told me how cute i was when i was frustrated.
i remember my frustration melted away as soon
as those words left your mouth.
we exchanged numbers.
we texted everyday.
we gradually fell in love.
we dated.
we parted our ways after highschool.
we met again after two years.
you came over to my apartment.
you played the piece again.
you made me fell in love with you all over.
not that i stopped loving you.
you told me you still loved me.
we had a time of our lives.
we woke up side by side.
you kissed me once more.
we laughed.
we dated.
we married.
you died...
it was music that tore us apart
you were on the way to your music college.
you had a fight there about a music competition.
you lost.
you accused the judge for being bias.
you were angry.
you drove to a pub.
you got drunk.
you drove.
you got into a car crash.
you left me.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt so torn.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt so alone.
it was music that tore us apart
i felt lost.
it was music that tore us apart
it was music that tore us apart
it was music that tore us apart
it has been 10 years now.
nope, i did not remarry.
i still continue playing the piece you taught me.
the one that brought us together.
it was music that tore us apart
here i am,
by your grave,
telling you the story i've been repeating
for the past 5 years.
since you've passed on actually.
nope.
telling this story doesn't bore me.
i hope it doesn't bore you.
i love you.
it wasn't music that drew my heart.
it was you
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