The Songwriter's Funeral Song

I. Tap of the Wind

The Songwriter's Funeral Song
Tap of the Wind

"Miyako, you coward."

This phrase just reminisced in mine... for a thousand times. It's like an earworm crawling in my ear for almost a year. Lying down in this grassy field with a fair weather made me think of her. And that song she made before she died is like a beautiful nightmare.

It's windy out here. The sun's heat was slapping my face, enough to make it red. No doubt...

"It's already 11:00 a.m.," I murmured as I put my wristwatch centimeters above my face.

I don't worry though. The wind is enough to make me survive from a heat stroke. It's like Miyako's hug_ a cold one, but relaxing in summer.

I closed my eyes as Miyako's song made its turn on my playlist.

Give me a pillow that's soft and tender
And a white blanket that'll serve as a cover
In my wounds, I've been counting over
Sing me a lullaby that'll put me to sleep forever

"Miyako, you coward."

I put a pressure on my eyelids as this phrase popped in my mind again. It's irritating, but I can't help to like her song.

"What are you doing here?" A sweet voice like Miyako's was heard from the wilderness, so I loosen up but still made my lids close.

"To talk with you, idiot," I replied with my lips drawing the words and volumed up to hear it from the wilderness.

"You can always call me that."

Her tone was on gloom, so I made a quick "sorry." But then, I felt a burning slap on my face, making me open my eyes.

"You're halucinating again, aren't you?" It's Mugi, a friend of mine whom I just met in the street. She looks irritated at this moment, leaning forward and making a shadow above me.

"Halucinating? My eyes are closed, idi..."

"Get up! I had my lunch already, yet you're here calling me idiot, sunbathing, and speaking alien words!"

I made a quick response with my face still catching up what's wrong.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I've been looking for you for an hour! I just got a message from that production company. I know you got a message too, so you're here, celebrating now in a grassy, moody place."

"I'm not celebrating... I didn't know about it. Well, what did it say?"

Her creased forhead lightened, indicating an immediate swing on her mood. "Congrats! You'll sign the contract next week!"

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Oh, bring me hope
Not this cotton rope
I plan to hang myself
But first, give me books in a shelf

I don't want to die
I want to fight like others do
Hop in clouds and touch the sky
Do better and learn something new

"What a voice! Is that song original?" A woman at my age approached me and sat beside me after I finished singing the song. She's the only audience I had though, while everyone's just walking by and passing through.