Intimate Moments Spent With Her

                                              

He saw her after a lifetime,

She stood in a corner, calm and still

Thoughts of her, had kept him alive

Dreams of her, had given him a thrill

So many days, he'd spent without her

Her voice, he had craved to hear,

And when he conjured her up in his dreams

All his worries, would always disappear

He sat down in front of her now,

And wished to hear a melody so sweet

Something only he could understand,

Something that would make him complete

The desperation in his eyes,

The impatience that gnawed at him

Told him he could wait no longer

As a longing to touch her, coursed through each limb

His eyes closed, and his body relaxed

In front of him, his fingers splayed out

He touched none of her keys

But still, music he heard without a doubt

Because the music only he could hear,

Had become a part of his soul

From the day, he had first touched her

In this life, for him, there was only one role

He'd be the finest pianist there ever was,

His lover would be his piano

And as he got lost again in the music that he made,

It was still just an illusion, that he'd never know

I saw the movie, 'The Pianist' just yesterday and it was so moving, so beautiful that I just got lost in so many beautiful moments...There was one particular moment in the movie that inspired this post in which this man (Wladyslaw Szpilman) who has been a pianist for as long as he can remember, and has been thrown away from his home, separated from his family and has been treated like dirt and tortured like the rest of the Jews in Germany at that time, escapes, and is helped by some really good German people to go into hiding. He's hiding in this apartment which has a piano placed in the corner and the expression on his face as he watches it Oh God! Such joy, sadness, hope, desperation...and he sits in the stool in front of it and closes his eyes and stretches out his hands in front of him and plays...and you hear the most beautiful music ever...The thing is, he actually doesn't play at all, not even one key is touched...He can't even make the slightest bit of sound as all around him, the rooms are occupied by Germans and he can let no one know of his existence or else he'll be captured again...so he just moves his fingers in mid-air and still, he hears music... It was just so sad and so intimate and so very beautiful that I thought I'd write about it...I don't think I could justify that moment through this post but I just had to try...

And my mind's all muddled up and I was finding it really hard to write but again, I was craving to do it, so I shoved all my copies into my bag, left all the studying I was doing (which wasn't much :p) just like that and started to write....Hope you all liked it :) 

Please keep in mind that I had to write this post with the annoying voice of my roommate in the background the whole time!  :@ I really miss home :(

:D

Good Night guys :)