You sat on the wooden chair with your back to the window and your cello in your hands. Outside, the spring breeze was swaying the tree branches with green leaves ;Green as a new life, new beginning. A new beginning, always for the first time. The sun rays were embracing the blue sky, the live trees and the restless birds like a mother. Earth- Mother with her loving velvety embrace. My gaze traveling like a restless bird from the outside-pouring life to you. You, with your eyes closed playing so beautifully, sadly and passionately. You were not aware of the string of my dreams that disappeared in the sky with your music. You were not aware that I saw the trickle that ran down your pale cheeks. What were you seeing with your closed eyes? Who and what were you playing for? Your hands played the unsaid and my hands ached to write down this fleeting moment. The fleeting moment that can never be framed in anything. Never, not ever.
Hydeh Aubon (5/1/08)
