My OperaThe Last Glance (Chapter Seven)
Saturday, November 19, 2005 3:36:15 PM
Chapter Seven
A Concert of Two Hearts
I looked out of the window. The sunshine was dazzling. Sunshades here and there like scattered mushrooms created a romantic summer picture in the street. Sitting cosily in a corner of this small coffee bar, which was open not long ago downstairs my office, I was surprised to find I even enjoyed such a moment being alone.
It was lunchtime. Only a few guests there, some browsing the newspaper, some whispering. Occasionally, there was laughter sailing through. Leaning my head to the back of my armchair, I wish I were a kitty basking in the sun.
I disliked this sweltering season at all, though summer here was much cooler than those southern cities. Wherever there was sunshine, there was hope ahead. But I stubbornly loved the summer nights more, especially when there was cool and fresh night breeze wiping off a day’s tiredness and the fidgets. Besides, I believed nights were the only moment when I felt myself was so close to my soul.
I kept my habit reading something new in bbs at night, but I suddenly lost my interest to visit any chat room. I was tired of repetition there. Chance meet--chat—fade from memory --stranger again. I didn’t think I had any patience to start off a new journey of friendship as with Logos or captain, for I’ve paid out what I could in order to engrave them in my life.
It had been centuries since I met Logos last time on MSN. He had no change at all, still a gentleman never failed to show his good manner before a woman. I was finally irritated by his politeness.
“If you do treat me as your sincere friend, take back your overmuch politeness.” I growled my complaint.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Call me lily is enough.” I could not bear it any more.
He uttered a sigh. “Yes, lily.”
“You couldn’t imagine how much you weigh on my mind.” I added.
“Lily…I lost my words.”
“No words are needed.”
“Too much words.”
“Keep it in your heart, then.” I believed at that moment I was cruel.
Logos kept silent, me as well.
“Logos, we are not just net friends, are we?”
“Sure, we are bosom friends.”
I smiled, but soon I felt something bitter choked my throat. What a feeling! My friends told me chatting online brought a lot of fun, but the situation on me was so different. My Lord!
Because of the fuggy weather, I began to stay up late. There was a very pleasantly central park called “Happy Valley” in my residence zone. Every night, I took a walk along the alley. There was a fountain near the valley, which was a paradise in the eyes of kids. I loved watching them playing there with carefree laughter reechoing in the happy summer nights. After that, I went home to take a bath and prepare something for next day’s work. When all was done, it was the time belonging to me only. A tiny part of my leisure, that gave me the highest freedom and relaxation.
That was a Friday night. I indulged myself roaming online without restraint. I could sleep till lunchtime if I would. So, I read a quarter of a popular novel online, updated some posters in bbs, wrote a poem for myself and learned some idioms. When I finished all these, I noticed it was half past one in the early morning. Stretching my arms and legs, I decided to go to bed. I didn’t know why I logged on Logos’ room at that moment. I did it randomly. But there showed a guest was still in his room. “Another night owl like me.” I told myself. “But what is he/she doing there alone?” Thinking of this, I could hardly refrain my curiosity.
It’s said that people lost their Eden because of curiosity. But I don’t think so, why can’t people find their Eden because of curiosity?
While I was fabricating my own quotation, I finally logged in that room with only one guest. No! Should be two including me.
Sheer silence! I suddenly had a feeling that I was deserted in the endless silence. But it’s quite obvious that both of us had microphones to hear each other. I took a glance at his/her ID—nave, a strange name to me anyway.
Maybe that guy finally found there was another stranger in this room. To break the ice, he/she began to play music, tuneful and melodious music, at the deep night. For reason of politeness, I clicked the “Flower” button. That stranger typed “Thank you” back, with a bunch of flower as well.
We didn’t type again. When there was music, words seemed unwanted. Soon, the stranger began to play the second music—a familiar old melody played by piano. I stood in amazement. I heard the explosion in my heart. All my blood seemed gushing to my brain. Slightly shivering fingers made me tingled like a shy mermaid gazing at her prince. For a moment, I was frightened by my subconscious reaction. So deep the night, so lonely the souls, so magic the encounter. I wondered what kind of power led me there, by his side. I was totally absorbed in some unknown frame of mind when I found the music had stopped and a line of words appeared on the screen “If you would like to play some music, it’s your turn now.”
“Thanks, just a second.” I woke up from dreamy illusion. Yes, if he was the one as I had expected, then I had at least a thousand ways to make sure.
I chose a piece of my favorite music, a romantic dialogue between cello and guitar, which was also one of Logos’ collections. As the music flowing, I stared at the screen, even without a wink. Still silence! Though I felt I was experiencing a heartquake. It must be centuries when the stranger, no, he should be Logos finally typed out “I was stunned by your presence at this moment, lily.” I was relieved. Yes, he was Logos, my bosom friend as he claimed to be. It is joyous to meet friends afar, isn’t it? But there was a tearful mist appeared in my eyes. Maybe I was too impressible that night.
Pressing down a flaming sparkle, I said: “Same here, Logos.”
“It must be God’s decree.” He said so.
I agreed, overwhelmingly fell into the dizziness of inexpressible joy and sadness. Some unknown flowers bloomed in the moonlight, from the soil of my soul, traversing time and space. Yet I know that’s merely a flash in the pan. When the sun rose again, all was a dream, no matter how colorful it was, it’s a bubble in the sun.
That night, Logos didn’t drive me to go to bed. He seemed quite enjoy the concert in the midsummer night. Like a happy kid showing off his toys, he led me into a holy realm of music. That was an indescribable night, with fadeless melody, heart collision, hope and disillusionment and unspoken secrets. All melted into that magic concert with two audiences only…
(To be continued)
A Concert of Two Hearts
I looked out of the window. The sunshine was dazzling. Sunshades here and there like scattered mushrooms created a romantic summer picture in the street. Sitting cosily in a corner of this small coffee bar, which was open not long ago downstairs my office, I was surprised to find I even enjoyed such a moment being alone.
It was lunchtime. Only a few guests there, some browsing the newspaper, some whispering. Occasionally, there was laughter sailing through. Leaning my head to the back of my armchair, I wish I were a kitty basking in the sun.
I disliked this sweltering season at all, though summer here was much cooler than those southern cities. Wherever there was sunshine, there was hope ahead. But I stubbornly loved the summer nights more, especially when there was cool and fresh night breeze wiping off a day’s tiredness and the fidgets. Besides, I believed nights were the only moment when I felt myself was so close to my soul.
I kept my habit reading something new in bbs at night, but I suddenly lost my interest to visit any chat room. I was tired of repetition there. Chance meet--chat—fade from memory --stranger again. I didn’t think I had any patience to start off a new journey of friendship as with Logos or captain, for I’ve paid out what I could in order to engrave them in my life.
It had been centuries since I met Logos last time on MSN. He had no change at all, still a gentleman never failed to show his good manner before a woman. I was finally irritated by his politeness.
“If you do treat me as your sincere friend, take back your overmuch politeness.” I growled my complaint.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Call me lily is enough.” I could not bear it any more.
He uttered a sigh. “Yes, lily.”
“You couldn’t imagine how much you weigh on my mind.” I added.
“Lily…I lost my words.”
“No words are needed.”
“Too much words.”
“Keep it in your heart, then.” I believed at that moment I was cruel.
Logos kept silent, me as well.
“Logos, we are not just net friends, are we?”
“Sure, we are bosom friends.”
I smiled, but soon I felt something bitter choked my throat. What a feeling! My friends told me chatting online brought a lot of fun, but the situation on me was so different. My Lord!
Because of the fuggy weather, I began to stay up late. There was a very pleasantly central park called “Happy Valley” in my residence zone. Every night, I took a walk along the alley. There was a fountain near the valley, which was a paradise in the eyes of kids. I loved watching them playing there with carefree laughter reechoing in the happy summer nights. After that, I went home to take a bath and prepare something for next day’s work. When all was done, it was the time belonging to me only. A tiny part of my leisure, that gave me the highest freedom and relaxation.
That was a Friday night. I indulged myself roaming online without restraint. I could sleep till lunchtime if I would. So, I read a quarter of a popular novel online, updated some posters in bbs, wrote a poem for myself and learned some idioms. When I finished all these, I noticed it was half past one in the early morning. Stretching my arms and legs, I decided to go to bed. I didn’t know why I logged on Logos’ room at that moment. I did it randomly. But there showed a guest was still in his room. “Another night owl like me.” I told myself. “But what is he/she doing there alone?” Thinking of this, I could hardly refrain my curiosity.
It’s said that people lost their Eden because of curiosity. But I don’t think so, why can’t people find their Eden because of curiosity?
While I was fabricating my own quotation, I finally logged in that room with only one guest. No! Should be two including me.
Sheer silence! I suddenly had a feeling that I was deserted in the endless silence. But it’s quite obvious that both of us had microphones to hear each other. I took a glance at his/her ID—nave, a strange name to me anyway.
Maybe that guy finally found there was another stranger in this room. To break the ice, he/she began to play music, tuneful and melodious music, at the deep night. For reason of politeness, I clicked the “Flower” button. That stranger typed “Thank you” back, with a bunch of flower as well.
We didn’t type again. When there was music, words seemed unwanted. Soon, the stranger began to play the second music—a familiar old melody played by piano. I stood in amazement. I heard the explosion in my heart. All my blood seemed gushing to my brain. Slightly shivering fingers made me tingled like a shy mermaid gazing at her prince. For a moment, I was frightened by my subconscious reaction. So deep the night, so lonely the souls, so magic the encounter. I wondered what kind of power led me there, by his side. I was totally absorbed in some unknown frame of mind when I found the music had stopped and a line of words appeared on the screen “If you would like to play some music, it’s your turn now.”
“Thanks, just a second.” I woke up from dreamy illusion. Yes, if he was the one as I had expected, then I had at least a thousand ways to make sure.
I chose a piece of my favorite music, a romantic dialogue between cello and guitar, which was also one of Logos’ collections. As the music flowing, I stared at the screen, even without a wink. Still silence! Though I felt I was experiencing a heartquake. It must be centuries when the stranger, no, he should be Logos finally typed out “I was stunned by your presence at this moment, lily.” I was relieved. Yes, he was Logos, my bosom friend as he claimed to be. It is joyous to meet friends afar, isn’t it? But there was a tearful mist appeared in my eyes. Maybe I was too impressible that night.
Pressing down a flaming sparkle, I said: “Same here, Logos.”
“It must be God’s decree.” He said so.
I agreed, overwhelmingly fell into the dizziness of inexpressible joy and sadness. Some unknown flowers bloomed in the moonlight, from the soil of my soul, traversing time and space. Yet I know that’s merely a flash in the pan. When the sun rose again, all was a dream, no matter how colorful it was, it’s a bubble in the sun.
That night, Logos didn’t drive me to go to bed. He seemed quite enjoy the concert in the midsummer night. Like a happy kid showing off his toys, he led me into a holy realm of music. That was an indescribable night, with fadeless melody, heart collision, hope and disillusionment and unspoken secrets. All melted into that magic concert with two audiences only…
(To be continued)
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Remember you still owe me a chapter. Now it's time to bring this story to its ending. I wonder when you will carry out your promise?
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