Between notes and smiles

The music was going through the walls of the room. The sweet melody he was playing on the piano, had just been written by him. The notes reached my ears when I was passing by the corridor. I slowed down and realized I was alone. It was just him and his melody that were making me company. I took a deep breath, opened the door and, without making any noise, I walked into the room. He kept on playing, because he didn’t notice my presence. Quietly, I observed those hands roaming those big, dark piano keys. Even without voices and lyrics that would tell a story, I knew he was feeling something.

He turned around and realized I was there, watching him. With that charming smile, he invited me to sit by his side. I noticed that the melody already had lyrics, but they weren't sung by him. He placed his hands on the piano again, asked me to join him and began to play the first notes drawn on the sheet. The lyrics were beautiful and I was enchanted. The papers came to an end and the last notes were thrown in the air. I didn’t know what to do when they shut and the silence come. I looked at those blue eyes and I must have blushed. Now, the melody that was being played, was inside of me. I closed my eyes and let it take place, letting it take us.

http://restockyourmind.blogspot.dk/2012/11/entre-notas-e-sorrisos.html 
(Translated with help) Maria Luísa Lange