The Sound of the piano

     Subconciously, I hear the soft and heartwarming sound of the piano. It was as soft as a cloud that offers lullaby up to the sky. I hear it as its melody sends shiver into my nerves where all I could do is to close my eyes and let every note lingers into my ears. The image of a young man who is sitting in front of the piano while playing a music that only my heart knows flashed at the back of my mind. I was watching his fingers as they glide in the white tiles of the big black piano while I was singing his favorite piece as sweetly as I could. My eyes switched at the scene of his face, an innocent face that shows how lovely life could be, how it could be perfect beyond the flaws and imperfections it has. That angelic smile he has every time he hums the melody of his special piece brought me to the paradise where no one but I could see. As I was wandering in the beauty of the paradise, a sudden change of tune occupied my ears where every flower that bloomed turns into black and the colorful scenery I saw a minute ago became colorless and lifeless. Darkness then covers everything. I couldn't see anything but the harsh sound keeps on banging. A moment passed and the raging noise stopped. I could see nothing but darkness. I found myself walking forward though I couldn't see which way to go. As I manage my every step towards nowhere, I hit something hard which gives me some sort of relief. I found my guts to look down only to find out a bloody image of a young man, lying motionless; cold and dead.

       My scream echoed in my huge dark room disturbing the stillness of the night. Gasping some air, I scanned my space and fixed my eyes at the big black piano near the window. My heart is still thumping hard; cold sweat flows from my forehead down to my cheeks. I calmed myself and let fear subsides for few minutes.

       This isn't my first time to have such kind of nightmare. The truth is I always have been dreaming that bad reverie since the day he died. Every time I had this dream, my longing for him goes stronger and stronger as if I wanted to end my life now to be with him so that I would not feel the bitterness of living alone. My life is now in the midst of despair. I was so desperate to be with him again. I was so frantic. I couldn't help myself in this same state but I'm still hoping that someday I could hear the sweet sound of the piano with the melody that only our hearts could sing.