A dream I had this morning
I didn’t really know what happened between this old man and me.
He was sitting there on that sofa silently as usual.He is too old and ill, hard to say a word to others. There was a flash of sparkle in his eyes when he saw me appearing in front of him.
He opened his mouth slightly, trying to tell me something.
I know he is trying to remember the rhythm of the song.
I brought along his old cello of which the neck was already broken.
I sat down besides him and put the cello to his arms.
“Urgh…it..broke…”
“I’m sorry about that..”, I felt the bitterness in my heart.
He touched the cello quiveringly , fiddling on the string and bowing with his powerless hands. Some scattered tones jumped to my memory. His body couldn’t afford more. I remmebered the rhythm completely now. I realised the relationship between him and me. But I know the end of his life will come right soon. After the last tone on his cello, he was gone, in my arms.
My tears fleed out.