It happened out of the blue.
I was in a band.
You were in a band.
Due to the strange circumstances and the small world we are in, we met. Although our interactions were limited, we met. It was a beautiful collision of two worlds with an unknown fate.
In between the songs and the melodious beats and rhythms, I kept on hearing one thing. The picking of the guitar. It was so…breath taking. I suddenly hoped to hear more of your sound, the rhythms you make to the beat that you hear.
I was astounded for the mystery that you were. So beautiful, yet unknown in my world.
For a moment, the collision brought forth thousands of worlds to begin with—billions of possibilities to imagine. I started to wish the collision lasted and formed into a lone world.
But the sounds, the music, the beats, the love—it all lasted for a few hours only. It didn’t last, that was for sure.
The moment you exited the door, I followed. Silently, but hopefully, I wished you would turn and smile. A simple gesture as that could’ve been the best collision pur worlds could’ve done.
But I saw you head straight to the stairs, leaving the building and leaving my world. I felt empty, the heartbeats that followed were mere beats to an acoustic song, instead of the rock songs tou made my heart jam into.
And that may have been the last I’ll see of you today. Maybe tomorrow as well.
But I know that our worlds will once again meet, and in that time, we’ll be a world decorated with tunes and sounds and music and harmony.
And maybe I’ll hear you play again some time.
[ My Musings ] 