Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Pianist

Of course I still remember. It was late Friday night. I was looking for a foe in a go. Comptine D'un Autre Ete was all I heard. Funny how that song reminded me of everything, you, the memories and the unspokens. Dare I took a glance and saw whose fingers were playing. It was a kind man, humbly playing that song. Nowhere else I would want to be but heaven, sinking in that song, and you, and the memories, and speak the unspokens. Then I realized I had been staring too much, as he started to, notice..."Yann Tiersen right? Comptine D'un Autre Ete?"

and he nodded. And he stopped playing, and he started smiling. 

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