Eternity [Poets Of The Fall] Français/English

[EN] 3 - Music (Passion Colors Evrything)

It had been several minutes since Jari, Jani and Jaska were playing in the studio. The drummer paid no attention at the clock, too absorbed by the music that poured into his veins and the endless flow of his thoughts. Everything had been so upset in him. He was both deeply happy and terribly anxious at the prospect of finally talking to Olli. For a decade, the two musicians had refrained from conversing face to face. He was anxious to tell the guitarist what he had on his heart for too long. He was afraid of the blond's reaction, but he knew that if he didn't go today, he would never do it, and regret.

His way to play betrayed the power of his emotions. Eyes closed, he was more transported than ever by his instrument. He felt the rhythm in him, the sound of the bass made his body vibrate. The chills that the melody gave him ran through his skin, uninterrupted. The young man loved music above all else. It was the only one who had offered such sensations for so long. Through it, he felt so alive that nothing else existed. His body was shaking with happiness as his muscles contracted, following the rhythm that the music was blowing at Jari. No need to watch what he was doing to play to perfection. He was completely in a trance, without the slightest bit of lucidity.

Only one image remained in his mind. He saw the smiles, the looks, he heard the voice, the words, felt the gestures, the touch of this man who troubled him so much. It was 10 o'clock, the time was passing way too fast for Jari to notice, and the guitarist would not be long in entering the studio. If the drummer had realized it, he would never have let himself go. But in reality, after giving himself up to his grief before his friends and having found a smile more sincere than ever, could he have contained this newly acquired happiness ? He would nevertheless have tried to retain in himself that rhythm which carried him completely, anxious to remain concentrated, to be certain to appear under what he perceived as his best day. The brown would have played passionately, focused on his drums, with a talent that was not to prove, but without falling out of himself. However, it was too late. The music had already taken the young musician away from reality. He let himself go, his body, his heart and his soul in perfect harmony with the sound, shaking with thrills but more pleasant to his existence than ever. He had this feeling only with Olli and he knew it. The happiness that flowed in his veins, he had already tamed. It was the same happiness he had known in the past, ten years ago. He seemed more mitigated, attenuated, but had exploded forcefully in Jari's memory. Would he definitely lose it or, on the contrary, rediscover it in its entirety after his conversation with the blond ?

Since their friend had given the first kicks, out of time and space, Jani and Jaska had not stopped exchanging surprised looks. It was a decade since they had not seen the drummer play that way. They improvised some notes without really playing and without thinking, subjugated by this particular rhythm. Moreover, they had both lowered the sound of their instruments, highlighting, in a solo out of the world, the sound of the drums, which lived by the hands of a musician snapped up by the rhythm, almost as if he was no longer there, living only through music.

While walking towards the studio, Jari had not left Olli's thoughts. The guitarist dreaded this conversation, although his friends assured him that the drummer was waiting for him with as much apprehension and impatience as himself. Nevertheless, the blond had not stopped smiling like a child since he had made the decision to speak to the brown. Of course, he didn't know the impact of this discussion, and he knew he wasn't safe from losing the man who mattered the most to him. But, having been prepared for years, jealously keeping the hope of finding Jari, Olli was under no illusions. He contented himself to keep in mind the prospect of being alone for a moment with the drummer, to catch his eyes, to hear his voice, and to open his heart as before. The blond knew that this moment would remain etched in his skin for the rest of his life. He hoped deep down that the brown would be really happy to talk to him, even only for a few minutes. What if the two musicians finally broke this wall, would Olli dare to offer him what he had prepared years before ? The guitarist shook his head gently. Why was he thinking of this detail when it was their whole relationship and their existences, or at least his own, that could be upset ? The blond knew it, through his thoughts he was trying to reassure himself, for once, he was leaving out the worst scenarios.