Eternity [Poets Of The Fall] Français/English

[EN] 5 - Happiness (Love Will Come To You)

Jari couldn't help looking at Olli when he closed the door. His sparkling eyes, his smile so communicative. He had missed everything for so long. He didn't want to risk to miss the slightest moment of the guitarist's existence. Softly, the drummer pushed a strand of blond hair down on the cheek of the other. This touch, which they had so often missed in the past, had now returned to them, more familiar and natural than ever. Olli shuddered at this tender touch. He was moved by the brown, whose cheeks were slightly red. He has always appreciated Jari's slight shyness, which disappears completely as soon as he plays music. His instrument is like an extension of himself. To tell the truth, it was precisely this way Olli perceived him. An extension of himself. So similar and so different, the two men felt more complementary than ever. Jari, always smiling, although he finds the word to laugh in any situation, is relatively reserved.He often isolates himself with his dog, in long walks at dusk. It is rare for him to intrude himself on the front of the stage, as much because his drummer position significantly distances him from it as because he does not particularly like to put himself forward. However, his solitary character doesn't prevent him from always being present for his friends, even if he forgets himself to support them, he puts a point of honor. Olli is more confident, more sure of himself. He likes to make others laugh while being very serious when necessary. Naturally positive and optimistic, he shares little of his troubles and worries with others, preferring to keep them for himself. He often shares the stage with Marko, his oldest friend, scene on which he dares, and dares with passion. For the brown as for the blond, the other has always appeared way too perfect. They love each other's features, their qualities as well as their flaws.

The four other musicians had kept exchanging glances while waiting for the return of their friends. They rejoiced more than ever in the reunion of the two men, their happiness recovered through the music. Nothing could have pleased them more than seeing them smile again so authentically. Jari and Olli entered the music room where their relatives, motionless, smiled at them, without making any comment or asking questions. Marko gently broke the silence that disturbed them.

"- Well, my fellow Poets, what do you think of perfecting this day with music ? Beyond the rehearsals of the tour, just for us, for the pleasure of playing. He offered, cheerful.

- I think there would be nothing better ! Jani enthused."

All answered in the affirmative. After all, it's their love of music that has driven them to create their band fifteen years ago, and as soon as they can, they like to share a few moments, minutes or hours, playing some ephemeral melodies. Markus settled behind his keyboard while Jani retrieved his bass. Jaska finished tuning his guitar and Marko, after emptying his remaining coffee, positioned himself in front of the microphone. Olli, for the second time this morning, put on the strap of his fender stratocaster that he never left. Jari passed in front of the blond's amp and gently grasped the pick that sat enthroned in it. He handed it to the guitarist who grazed his hand as he picked it up, gratifying the drummer with a smile and a thank-you tone. None of the other four could have missed this picture. Marko's face cracked with a broad smile and the singer exchanged a knowing glance with Jaska. Jani and Markus smiled at each other, their eyes bright. They knew something had changed between their two friends, like a newfound harmony. Slowly, with a slight step, Jari went in front of his drums. He sat down on the leather chair and took his drumsticks between his hands. He inhaled deeply, the jaws almost painful because of the smile that had not left hislips. The drummer looked up at the other musicians and struck four times his drumsticks.

The group began to play, more united than ever. They chained the songs, mixing each of their albums. Several times, they caught themselves improvising, and taking notes, thinking about their next album they already dreamed of. Taken in many laughs, the musicians couldn't see the time pass. While Marko teased the brown guitarist while trying to detune his instrument, the keyboardist and the bassist were trying duels to see which could approach closer to the ground while continuing to play. Jari and Olli didn't play at a long distance, the guitarist kept coming closer. They were glancing at each other, smiling, pulling out their tongues to each other and getting winks. They seemed to have found the complicity they had buried so long. The drummer was happy. He felt his heart beat again after ten years. Nothing could have pleased him more than to find Olli, to know that what he felt was visibly reciprocal, and to know that he would never lose the blond. The eyes of Olli had regained their luster. He had just lost ten years, to find near him the man who counted the most in his eyes.