There are moments in life where there are no right answers. Arpeggio changes in the music when we make up
the dance steps as we go, but neither of us know where we’re going.
Allegramente, our unsteady symphony that expands and contracts, ebbs and flows,
but the lingering notes that haunt the air remain. Untouched. Allentando.
Unfulfilled.
Your
crooked smile and cat eyes made you a thing of wonder to me. Something fey,
something otherworldy. The way your eyes would dance when we were together made
time stand still. Fermata. The way you would look at me like there was nothing
else in the world. And in those moments I believed you.
But
either our time was too short or life changed too quickly; allegrezza amoroso a
andante. In time we each found ourselves in the arms of other lovers. But a
message, a whisper, a glance, and both of us would know that the notes of our
song had not faded.
Allegro.
A crescendo would crash as we came together. And I would find myself
transported to another place. A place of sound, and touch and emotion that pull
through my soul like the sun’s warmth and alight my mind with its radiance.
Then
the day after I would stare out the window at a snowy, grey landscape and my
eerie world would be quiet and calm once more.
I look
back over the paths our feet have walked together; hand in hand. I remember
those slight caresses amidst the bitter cold. But neither of us noticed. We had
our spirit to keep us warm.
I still
walk these paths alone and smile. Remembering. Wondering… listening to those
notes falling with the rain drops in the air. Dolce. Dolente. Diminuendo.
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