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The Treble With Love
As she walked by, I could smell her perfume
Lilac, and something else I could not place
She was so beautiful
Like an angel
Sent for me
And me alone
I could hear my own heartbeat inside me
Pounding on my chest
As if she would hear that and see
Me, standing here, waiting for her to notice me
Hoping she will
The only thing I know is notes
Notes on a scale
Starting with a clef
Ending in a rest
The notes that, when on paper, mean nothing
Until you play them aloud
Then they come to life
Singing of whatever you feel
Notes, helpless on their own
Waiting to be empowered by a skilled hand
On an instrument or by mouth
With words or on their own
Sang to another or kept to themselves
Humble things they are
But mightier than a sword when used right
Music ties us together
But music cannot solve everything
For I am but a shy man
With no way to express my love for the angel here
I fill my days with sadness
Sitting at a piano that sings for me
The words I couldn't say to her
For notes are much more vociferous than I
Their honesty shows nothing but the truth of the heart
So don't doubt the notes' words
I push the piano lid up and sit down, ready to play
And the notes, as usual, come to me
As if by magic
But I know, 'tis not magic that sets these notes up
It's sadness, the melancholy of my troubles with love
Or, with music, should I say
My treble with love
Today, I feel, is different
The notes sound sadder than usual
More beautiful than ever
I can't help but write it down
Each note a separate tribute to my love
Joining in a symphony of sounds
Of passion, love and desire
I scratch out the lines of a song on the blank sheet
Recording forever the feelings I feel today
I play, and write, and cry
When the page is full, I sigh in defeat
No matter how I try to drown my sorrows in an ocean of sound
I can never escape the sadness
It seeps into everything I do
So I take the page and slide it into a binder
Along with the songs I have collected before
Songs I have written before
Or of other men in my situation
But braver than I
Who use their notes to win their girl
Why can't I do the same?
I sigh and close the binder
I'll never be those men
The next day is the show
The open stage calls to the brave souls
Talent show, it says
I am talented in my music
No denying that
But not brave enough to show that
Person after person goes up
And shows their talent in the talent show
Many have the gift of music, too
Like me
In a sudden decision, something comes over me
My feet move on their own
Towards the stage
Towards the piano
Towards the place I feared
Towards the place I loved
And I sit down, like so many times before
And open the lid
All eyes are on me
But I don't see them all
I see the one pair I was watching the whole time
I pull the microphone towards me and say,
"This is for the one I love."
And I play the song I wrote for her
The notes are soft, sad
They cry with me
I cannot stop the tears
Luckily the piano can hide me from view
Except from her
I can't hide from her
When I finish, I pull the microphone again
And look at her, the only face I see in the crowd
"For you," I say
Then I run
I run off the stage where she can't see
Alone, backstage
I sit alone and hide myself away
But for some reason-
Fate, maybe, or a divine intervention
I cannot hide from her
My heart stops as she finds me
And hugs me
And says those words I've dreamed about-
"I love you too."
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Dedicated to my friend, the boy who used his music to win the heart of his beloved.