The Fourteenth Tag

Those melodies. I cannot stop thinking about them.

They are not from here I suppose, he is not from here, or so has sis' told me -

And, (well..obviously..) it seems they are not meant for people like me, not for us, who live our ordinary, cozy lives in this lovely little town and whose dreams have no need to surpass those dear, safe and ever so unfaltering borders this place and we ourselves have created around us

For that music... it climbs over those borders and seeks its freedom by sheer force of its own elegance, holding in itself promises that I feel I will never be able to grasp entirely

And he plays those tunes and his heart and soul are suddenly obscured, following that call only he seems to understand, for his eyes begin to wander around, searching for something that reaches back beyond these surroundings, maybe even beyond this time - and his words turn into silence, creating a wall of shadows I cannot pass without loosing the light I am so dependent of

I met him and yet I did not. Not him, Alystair