Tear-Colored

II. Anonymous

 ANONYMOUS

That would be both a reverie and reality for me.

It has been almost five years since I have encountered that day. It’s no big deal, really, except for the fact that I never got to know who had played that heart-filling melody.

The tune was somewhat familiar. I just can’t seem to puzzle out its meaning to me.

I still remember how it sounded, like it was just a day or two ago. Absurd, right?

Not to mention that I have been dreaming about someone playing that same descant in a grand piano.. and what’s the catch? I could only see an anonymous silhouette.

I’m pretty sure the person’s a ‘he’, though.

But seriously, sometimes I think it’s a bit uncanny to keep dreaming about the same thing over and over again.

This only made me wonder if I could ever see this person’s face – the person whose piano playing has captured me,

captivated me,

stunned me,

fascinated me,

mesmerized me..

in a way that left me breathless.

Oh and I just remembered, when I was younger and learning to play the piano, my father once asked,

      “Louise, sweetheart, I just seem to wonder.. What is your favorite piece? Since you are able to play a lot now.”

      “Hmm, let me think. There’s Beethoven, Liszt, Schubert, and Tchaikovsky, and Bach..” I went on and on, and continued to ramble.

Then suddenly, I heard my father laugh.

My brows furrowed, as if asking why he did so.

      “Let me tell you something,” he started.

      “You know, you can have many favorite pieces, hundreds of ‘em ! But only few of these could have possibly moved your heart.”

     “Oh.” I said, as I finally stopped rolling over the great-composers’ list in my head. That was all I could say. Haha. Pathetic.

And this takes me back, again, to the day I have heard the music from my dreams. It really felt so different from any other person playing.

I could never forget how it felt like I practically plunged into another world. And just how my eyes were slowly pooling with tears threatening to fall..

But it made me wonder just now.

What was my answer to my father?

And—

Wait.

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Footsteps. Piano playing.

Melody. Soft wind blowing.

Leaves scattered. A glimpse.

Heartbeat.

My heartbeat.

Footsteps. Piano playing.

Melody. Soft wind blowing.

Leaves scattered. A glimpse.

Heartbeat.

My heartbeat.

Footsteps. Piano playing.

Melody. Soft wind blowing.

Leaves scattered. A glimpse.

Heartbeat.

My heartbeat.

Tell me.

I was--

I was actually crying..

I think.. I finally understand.

Anything.

Everything.

That mattered.

I simply hit my head with a hundred-pound block with “realization” written all over it.



Why haven’t I thought of this?

The reason why the anonymous melody meant so, so much to me,

is because..

“Then, that would be Chopin’s Etude, Op. 10 No. 3 ‘Tristesse’.”

It was the same piece I have answered to my father’s question.

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A/N: So this is actually just the beginning. XD I decided to put something in the author's notes to give a little info about "Chopin's Etude, Op.10 No.3 'Tristesse'".

It's one of Frederic Chopin's famous music piece played on piano. It's also known as "Chanson L'adieu" which means "Song of Farewell". Its melody was adapted in the song "No Other Love" which somehow have the lyrics as the ff:

"Til the stars burn out above you

Til the moon is but a silver shell

No other love, Let no other love

Know the wonder of your spell."

--well this is actually my favourite part. Hehe :P

Oh and you might want to listen to the original piano composition. You can practically feel the mood of the story there. :3

Anyway, this story is about her quest for Mr. Anonymous, aka 'the pianist from her memory and dream'. :)))))))))))))