Agreed, it is a beautiful piece... it brought a tear to my eye.
In my mind... I'm seeing a small European city, an off the beaten path sort of place. It's not in any of the travel brochures... but it's precicely the sort of place you want to go to see what they show in them.
Mid summer, mid afternoon... two young twenty somethings are walking about the city. No cares, no destination in mind. Their destination is this city, today.
They wave to the citizens, stop briefly to play with children and smile appreciativly to a very old couple. After they pass, the elderly couple smile knowingly to each other.
A sidewalk cafe for lunch and later, shopping. They are "making eyes" at each other, but neither of them catch the other doing it. It's obvious there's so more... but neither of them realize it yet.
During their walk, a sudden summer down pour catches them unawares. Happily laughing, they duck under an awning on a tiny side street.
Holding each other steady on the slick cobblestones, they drift closer into each others arms as this music wafts gently from a window several floors above them. Prompted by the music, they wordlessly confess that they mean more to each other than they ever admitted.
Fifty years later, the scene repeats and they are that old couple who smile happily at the next pair of young lovers.
And it is these moments that make me wish this website allowed you to subscribe to a user's comments. They're not always fun to read, they're not always relatable and if they are it's generally in a way that I wish they weren't, but... those moments are always worth reading.
I've cleaned it up a bit; grammer, expanded and adjusted for the charecter count limit.
Hope? I guess. It's not for me... for others perhaps. Hope that some out there may get to experience "magic" like this, at least once if not often.
I think I did once, but it was a very long time ago in what feels like a whole other life.
I joked in another thread that "I write to deal." After a fashion, it's true. It's in a manner of speaking like the old saying, "Those who can, do. Those who can not, teach."
I don't teach, but I can write.
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· 7 years ago
When I was 14 or so, an old grandma taught me how to play piano, she couldn't play anymore 'cause she had parkinson, so one day she said some stuff about her favourite music on piano and how her husband once took her to a concerto of it and she loved it.
The music was "Le Salut d'Amour".Op 12 by Elgar.
I spent weeks learning it in secret and one day as I played it to her as a surprise for taking care of me and such, she pulled the brightest smile I ever seen in my life, and that's one of the best thing ever
In my mind... I'm seeing a small European city, an off the beaten path sort of place. It's not in any of the travel brochures... but it's precicely the sort of place you want to go to see what they show in them.
Mid summer, mid afternoon... two young twenty somethings are walking about the city. No cares, no destination in mind. Their destination is this city, today.
They wave to the citizens, stop briefly to play with children and smile appreciativly to a very old couple. After they pass, the elderly couple smile knowingly to each other.
A sidewalk cafe for lunch and later, shopping. They are "making eyes" at each other, but neither of them catch the other doing it. It's obvious there's so more... but neither of them realize it yet.
Holding each other steady on the slick cobblestones, they drift closer into each others arms as this music wafts gently from a window several floors above them. Prompted by the music, they wordlessly confess that they mean more to each other than they ever admitted.
Fifty years later, the scene repeats and they are that old couple who smile happily at the next pair of young lovers.
(With the character limit, it's a bit... rough. Maybe I'll clean it up later.)
Hope? I guess. It's not for me... for others perhaps. Hope that some out there may get to experience "magic" like this, at least once if not often.
I think I did once, but it was a very long time ago in what feels like a whole other life.
I joked in another thread that "I write to deal." After a fashion, it's true. It's in a manner of speaking like the old saying, "Those who can, do. Those who can not, teach."
I don't teach, but I can write.
The music was "Le Salut d'Amour".Op 12 by Elgar.
I spent weeks learning it in secret and one day as I played it to her as a surprise for taking care of me and such, she pulled the brightest smile I ever seen in my life, and that's one of the best thing ever