Every Sunday morning, my father would blast the speakers of his stereo to Engelbert Humperdinck's anthology. I would make my morning tea and join him at the living room, and we would just sit there and quietly listen to the crooner. It's one of the few ways we would bond as father and daughter. Music, after all, is a passion we share; it's the perfect tool to convey our thoughts and emotions in a way only the two of us would understand.
One thing I've noticed is that all of Humperdinck's songs seem to be about love: being in love, falling out of love, and losing love. While listening, I would fantasize about my favorite couples from movies and novels; I would even imagine myself a lover and make up silly stories about our romance. I wonder what my father thinks about whenever he listens to those love songs. Does he fantasize... or does he reminisce?
When "After the Lovin'" plays, does he think about my mother's serene face as she sleeps in his arms? While listening to "Release Me," does the image of his former wife desperately holding on to his hand haunt him? Upon hearing "A Man Without Love," do memories of his former flames linger in his mind?
I've never been in love. Maybe I don't want to. Love songs will never be the same if I do.
09.17.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoésieLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
