Moon lovers
It's Sunday morning. I see him playing Marriage d'amour on his piano with his eyes closed. Every time I see him play, I fall in love over and over again. This piece always reminds me of our first eye contact, first meeting, and the first time we fell in love and the first time we ever kissed. once during the winter break. I was at the college library. I fell asleep. He kissed my forehead. I sensed him even in my dreams. He smells soft and angelic, with a dash of floral feminine energy. He slept next to me. I got up and saw him sleeping close to me, almost closer than my next breath. My eyes enlarged and my heart started beating super fast. I could see his teeny tiny hair lined up next to each other between his eyebrows. Later, I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. I cherish this memory so badly that it's tattooed on my mind. I remember the happy, good times and the sad, sorrowful times. From the beginning to now and later, all the memories just come to mind when he plays this piece. What I interpret from this piece: a moon wedding with cherry blossom trees floating in space, is what I see. I could tell how he was feeling at the moment by his play. He's gentle towards the keys on the piano, so he is happy and calm. Every time I see him play, I always feel like we are on the moon. I picture myself sitting next to him and lying my back on his while we are floating on the moon with the piano. Our feelings float through space as each note is made. I could hear little girls laughing as they float around the moon and try to catch each other and not let each other go. It was made to be our song. What’s more beautiful than watching someone genuinely play the piano with nothing more to look forward to? Nothing is as beautiful as what I get to experience every day.
-by me
