Rhythm's Journey

XII - 'A special type of affection'

I let out a sigh and stood up from where I had sat for hours, slowly walking closer to the boy while keeping myself away from his sight.

I supposed it wasn't the best idea revealing the person who has been eavesdropping on his story right in front of his eyes at this exact moment, when he had just finished talking, and had just swiftly changed his expression into a smile.

Despite having to act like a random stranger who hasn't done anything to prove their presence, there was now a little bit of curiosity in me that had longed to introduce myself to the boy.

I wanted to talk to him, to watch him up close, and look directly into his eyes without having the need to back away when he almost caught me hiding behind the bushes of yellow daffodils.

Though it may seem like an easy thing to do, confronting him and suddenly showing him my existence would most definitely surprise him, more precisely, he would have gone so upset that he would chase me out of the forest and shut me out of his life.

That was the worst-case scenario, but things have always happened as to how I have expected it to be, and I have nothing different for the boy, nor the reaction he would give me even though he was truly a prince full of charm after all.

What if he would accept me though?

Having optimism in my life was just not my thing, I would rather not think of it in a better picture, just in case I would get too disappointed with my silly thoughts and cry over the good things I would get to see if things didn't end up in the best ways.

As I had these thoughts circling through my head, I was only looking at the boy who had just stood up from his seat, unfolding a piece of microfiber cloth, and holding some sort of soft brushes in various sizes in his hand.

He moved towards the front of the grand piano, slowly lowering his body to match the height of the instrument, as he stared at the beautiful piano in a serious manner, as though he was scanning for wounds or something like a harmful cut for an instrument as such.

As he was doing so, I had a strange intention of copying what he was going to do, as I peeked through the bushes, planting my vision on the smooth surface of the grand piano, trying my best in the search for any injury on her body.

It was no surprise to me that she was indeed perfect, there wasn't a single hint of scratch on the outer layer of the instrument, and her keys and her bench were well-maintained as a matter of fact.

It occurred to me that I had never once seen a grand piano looking so heavenly, and maybe if I did, I simply couldn't remember, making her the most exceptional beauty in my eyes. I wouldn't have simply forgotten something fascinating like the grand piano, which technically suggests that it was really my first time seeing her.

Or was it really...?

Though the grand piano looked a little familiar, and I would admit that she had left a sense of nostalgia around me, it was obvious that my troublesome memory had never once brought any sort of help even when things had reached this point.

What could I have done if my memories were returned?

Loads.

There were loads of things that I would have done, for example, solving all those mysterious, brain-draining cases of the existence of the boy, whether I have met him before or not. The grand piano was another cause of my headache, just thinking about her presence would have turned my life upside down.

I was simply curious about the boy who was alone in the Forest of Wonders all by himself, and the fact that the forest has accepted a human inside was just another very strange thing that happened to occur in my eyes. Needless to say, the grand piano sitting in the forest was just another weird scenario, imagine an instrument appearing in the middle of nowhere by itself?

I would have thought that she belonged to the boy, and that the boy brought her into the forest as well, but this was not the case. It happened to me that they were acquaintances as for now, and the boy had just wandered into the forest one afternoon, having to notice the piano as she sat there, as though she was excited to see a human after a long time.

I have witnessed this scene with my own eyes, I have watched how everything happened and how they have gradually grown closer. There was a tiny sense of pride in me, as though I was some sort of matchmaker, watching two very different beings working together in a place where nature rules.

Turns out it wasn't a love story. It wasn't really a love story between an instrument and a human because 'love' is seen as something precious only shared between living things in the common views of human society today.

Though love exists in many different forms, I realised that people tend to think that loving an instrument, or even an object, wasn't necessary at all. It just happened that instruments appear for a reason, and that was to entertain the people even at times when they didn't really care about the instruments' wellbeing.

It was till then that I changed my perspective on those people after getting to know the boy. He had shown me that he was willing to look after the grand piano not only because of entertainment, but also for the care he thinks she deserved.

The boy seemed at ease whenever he visited the grand piano, and she always seemed happy to be there for him. If one is glad with what they have in the present, won't we at least call that a sense of appreciation?

The two very different beings in my eyes have developed a very brief friendship and I had to believe that the relationship between two very different beings is one of the most precious things that could ever happen.

It really doesn't matter if you felt affection today,

Or you were planning to give some away.

Because love always exists in different forms,

Even under ones you didn't know were real. 

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Quote of the day: "The piano as a medium for expression is a whole world by itself. No other instrument can fill or replace its own say in the world of emotion, sentiment, poetry, imagery and fancy" - Leopold Godowsky