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2006-05-20 00:55:53 (UTC)

Keep Singing

More than a year later, I can still remember her voice.
The stranger with the sweet song touched my heart, and
disappeared never to be heard from again. And my heart
yearns for her melodic touch, and its beautiful tranquil
energy.

My tenth grade year had not yet come to a close, and the
idea of moving was far beyond my recognition. I still
found myself acquainted with an old friend, and her
boyfriend. After a short rendezvous at the public library,
the sun was starting to set and signal for my depature
home. The two followed me to my bus stop, and from there
they waved goodbye, while I waved back from the bus
window.

The trip home would usually take between an hour, and an
hour and a half. As tedious as it was, I always used to
find solace and entertainment in my thoughts, but on that
particular day, the barrier was shattered by a single
sound. A voice awkwardly carried itself across the
vicinity; an imperfect, yet sweet piece. It was the lyrics
to a spanish song, one that cannot be named at this
specific moment, though one that is beautiful in itself. A
love song. My soul feeds upon it as if it were water. The
deliciously cold trickle trails down to my heart and
startles it. A powerful emotion follows suit and begins to
cry, singing along, fiercely. It was such a wonderful
blessing!

Finally, I turn and face the person responsible for the
hypnotic spell and find a small, tired woman connected to
a MP3 device. She catches my glance, and stops. My stomach
lurches horribly as if sick, and inside my mind I'm
screaming, "Don't stop! Forgive me if I had scared you.
Please, keep singing!"

It was a terrible stretch of silence that felt like the
slaughtering of a lamb. Of pure laughter. Miraculously,
thank God, they came back to life; the woman resumed her
singing, and I rejoiced.

Before my trip was done, she had dispersed into the busy
street of her stop, and I was left with a golden smile and
gratefulness. I'm not sure exactly what I had experienced,
but it was beautiful, rare, and pleasant. And I am
thankful for the opportunity to hear a soul sing
fearlessly.




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