The Pianist
Well it seems that there is a place where lonely folks gather on a rainy night. A place where those who have nowhere else to be appear to warm each other's hearts. That place, most venerated, is the student center study lounge.
Last Friday I met an attractive young woman there who was frantically studying for some sort of poly sci exam. As I walked to my mailbox, I noted the way her eyes followed me. This emboldened my frail spirit into speaking with her. Thus I did approach her and make my announcement that there are only two types of people who go to the student center to study, those who are escaping from a horrid room-mate and those who wish to be interrupted.
I suppose it was to be interrupted that I went there this evening. Hoping that if I sat in the open and studied someone interesting would happen along. A most depressing prospect, but I suppose even our whimsical God occasionally blesses us with a fortutious occurence. When I arrived I heard blessed music. The delicate notes wafting through the abandoned lounge. That mysterious older gentleman who hangs around campus sometimes was playing the piano. O' bliss, he did play it wil fingers rather skilled. Though I cannot say that his style was perfect, or dare I say even better than average, it was to me on this night as the very breath of the universe.
I knew not the piece which he played that moved my weakened spirit. A rolling piece with a violent accompniament! The music ran as thunder and waves mixing all the beauty of Heaven with the passion of Hell. I sat there as long as I dared, piece after piece, note after note. Every so often he would lift his head and look back at me. In those moments I looked down, pretending to be pre-occupied and perhaps even annoyed, yet I was with him. Though I hope he did not realize it. A man is most at ease when he does what he loves alone, I suppose I wanted to see him alone, and yet not destroy the beauty of his moments. I sat holding my own useless hands, whith fingers that long so do act as his, yet never shall. I stayed as long as I dared. Ms. Ard eventually came to ask what I was doing, I know she did not understand when I explained. How could anyone else know. As he played I felt my spirit stir, I felt my heart leap as it has not in some time. I felt like I was for one more moment warm.
Last Friday I met an attractive young woman there who was frantically studying for some sort of poly sci exam. As I walked to my mailbox, I noted the way her eyes followed me. This emboldened my frail spirit into speaking with her. Thus I did approach her and make my announcement that there are only two types of people who go to the student center to study, those who are escaping from a horrid room-mate and those who wish to be interrupted.
I suppose it was to be interrupted that I went there this evening. Hoping that if I sat in the open and studied someone interesting would happen along. A most depressing prospect, but I suppose even our whimsical God occasionally blesses us with a fortutious occurence. When I arrived I heard blessed music. The delicate notes wafting through the abandoned lounge. That mysterious older gentleman who hangs around campus sometimes was playing the piano. O' bliss, he did play it wil fingers rather skilled. Though I cannot say that his style was perfect, or dare I say even better than average, it was to me on this night as the very breath of the universe.
I knew not the piece which he played that moved my weakened spirit. A rolling piece with a violent accompniament! The music ran as thunder and waves mixing all the beauty of Heaven with the passion of Hell. I sat there as long as I dared, piece after piece, note after note. Every so often he would lift his head and look back at me. In those moments I looked down, pretending to be pre-occupied and perhaps even annoyed, yet I was with him. Though I hope he did not realize it. A man is most at ease when he does what he loves alone, I suppose I wanted to see him alone, and yet not destroy the beauty of his moments. I sat holding my own useless hands, whith fingers that long so do act as his, yet never shall. I stayed as long as I dared. Ms. Ard eventually came to ask what I was doing, I know she did not understand when I explained. How could anyone else know. As he played I felt my spirit stir, I felt my heart leap as it has not in some time. I felt like I was for one more moment warm.