As he began to pluck the keys on his hard-earned piano, the melody began to linger in my ears. He lives next door and is constantly playing it. Despite the wall that restrains and possesses the sound, I can hear every note in his heartbeat.
I found pieces of him in every piece of music he played. I can hear all of the sorrow, joy, and rage in the symphony he's speaking. Leonard bernstein once said, "music can name the unnameable and communicate the unknown."
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My eyes were getting heavy, and the harmony was filling my head, making me sleepy. He had no idea how much he had helped me - it's a lullaby for an insomniac like me. I feel drowsy while listening to him, and as I fall asleep, my dream is him, playing the piano in the middle of nowhere, with me standing next him, watching his slim fingers build a rhythm and playing the famous romantic piece of all time, the liebesträume, who originally composed by franz liszt. This is the most vivid and clear dream i've ever had, and it's the dream that I'd never want to wake up from.
My heart skips a beat every time we pass each other. I'd like to greet him, but he's wearing his earphones, which I understand because he's trying to escape the world by listening to music. I hope to be able to thank him for helping me someday or later, and I want to express my admiration for him.
He's just a boy next door who plays the piano, but his music and himself are my sanctuary.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
