The light was still soft when my callouses fingers started to touch the piano, a little sound came out of that mystical instrument.
It began with a single note. A calm, silent, muted note that slowly turned into an idyllic tune as the tiny musical notes spilt out from the piano under my fingers. It was simple and short, soft and sweet, and with an underlying peacefulness embedded within.
My eyes were already on her.
The show began, and a warm light brightened her docile silhouette.
She was dancing on that patio and her soul was flying around the room, as a dove searching for love.
She could not find me, while I’m here waiting desperately for her. Her simple movements stole my soul, I was her and she was mine.
She was my star, my true love, my kind of woman.
With my music, we could be a singular soul, there were just the two of us. My eyes were searching for her lovely gaze, but she never found them.
Maybe the light was not bright enough for me too.
A sinister broken chord changed everything.
An arm came out of the dark and grabbed her waist. It was only there to help her shine, but when he came on the stage her eyes met his.
My music was the key to our love, but she wasn’t listening.
She found her love.
Everyone’s eyes were looking at them, and I was too. It was true when I thought I was in the dark. There was my place and I was nothing for her.
We never existed. She only had eyes for him, and he only for her.
The show ended. Tears fell down my face, they were a single thing, their bodies and their souls. I was only there to narrate their story, which I'd never been part of.
I was capable of seeing what true love is but mine was only an unrequited love story.
