I don’t know what could be the best title for this writing piece… I hope you help me out with this.
Here it goes… another writing entry.
He entered the music room with his sleek shoes noisily tik and tak… it’s as if he is sporting a new commercial or modeling his profligate being.
I still continued on playing the piano, it has been ages since I last played and to be honest I can feel myself slightly rusty due to my unused talent. He proceeded to lean on the piano and looked at me.
“When was the time my fingers last graced over these white and black keys?” I asked as I continue to gracefully press the rustic keys of this piano. I shifted to the key of D on a different octave… my favorite piece started to fill the Christmas air.
“I don’t know, you ask him” He tapped the piano and guffawed. He then proceeded to situate himself at my back and tried reading my clumsy notes that I have been hastily writing on for the past hour.
I can feel the intense weight of his curiosity as he tried to make sense with the nonsensical notes that I’ve written in my music book… notes that I believe won’t make sense in the eyes of a non-musician like him. I stopped playing and faced him.
“I am working on a musical piece… I am trying to compose one again” I explained and faced the piano again.
“What for?” His voice suddenly lightened up.
“I don’t know… the last composition that I did was ages ago… maybe during my Highschool years and part of me wanted to compose again.”
“And you’re planning to consolidate all these instruments to the said piece?” He waved over his hand to all the instruments inside this music room.
“Yep” I popped the ‘p’ and proceeded playing the piano.
“Cool” He sighed with awe and proceeded to lean on the piano once again, facing me.
“I wish I could help you though” He stated. I stopped playing the piano and faced him.
“I wish you could” I heartily laughed and then shifted my attention to the acoustic guitar lying on the floor. I proceeded strumming, key G wafted down and filled the room.
“Ugh, what instruments can’t you play?” He breathed with a mixture of awe and jealousy. I stopped strumming the guitar and seriously looked at him.
“A human’s heart” I whispered.
“A what?” Confusion laced his voice.
“I can never play a human’s heart nor have the right or ability to do so, I don’t have the heart to strum someone’s heartstrings and leave it once I am done using it.”
~ H (November 26, 2017; 11:04am)
p.s. I don’t know where I got such inspiration to write this.
More personal excerpts coming soon. I found my old notebook filled with poetry and other nonsensical content way back 2014. If ever I finally have the time… I’ll gladly post it here. If ever I have TIME.
p.p.s I am starting to love writing short excerpts like this. I hope I’ll get to publish my collection soon. My journal’s running out of space for me to write. I don’t know if this is an indication that I need to stop, or I need another notebook to express myself thoroughly.