Love, meet in eyes, (Prelude)

Love, meet in eyes 情眼相逢

Carson Du

 

Prelude

The early morning smiles silvery glow above the hill,

And birds start chirping amid oil-green leaves;

It would be a new day in love, and breeze like a song blows on my face, as my steps greeted flowers and grass along the way to city’s library.

The sunlight touched a yellow post hanged in the hall, it said a violin lecture would be hold next door, the province grand theater; and some young students would play Mozart.

O Violin, the sound plucked a string in me, and it spread ripples around;

My heart start to whirl, longing to hear the youthful voice.

Entered the theater's hall, sat down, I was in silence.

A girl stood in the center of the stage, her violin was playing as if the softness of clouds floating over the blue sky…..

I closed my eyes, bent my head, with only my ears stand up opening wide.

The music was in free spirit, free as if a little girl running in the field;

leaves were dancing and rustling in wind; a creek was singing and cooing in ripples….

the cows, the sheep scattering on grassland murmuring in the green field .....

Some shyness hided in her face, as if the mist filled among the forest.

A wisp of smile ups at the corner of her lips like petals open in drizzling

I open my eye, looked at her; Just in the moment, she cast a glance at me.

Our eyes, met as the tip of willow leave touched the surface of lake in breeze;

the ripple spread out, the ripple of violin breeze;

She quickly lower her head, switched her eyes on her strings,

She bite her down lip in an unnoticeable smile hidden in her watery eyes;

She was so cute and adorable in that way.

I was watching her, and she knew I was watching.

When our eyes touched in second time, I raised my thumb at her.

She saw it and her eyes were radiate with a joy.

Our eye touched again, two drop of dews slide on a leave of lotus, melt in one.

The rainbow arched over the snowy top of hill, her playing flows the beauty over sea inside me;

She was a girl, a very young girl, I know, and our eyes has met,

and our hearts has met, the flowers shaking in wind, the waving crooning in love;

I would like to get some flowers and rush to her;

I would wish to get my violin and stand beside her, play with her…

O, girl, violin, music, and love, could I possible to have more than that in life?

these moments, like flowers spread whole slope of mountain, are so charming in drunk.

I close my eyes one more time.

She stood in the stage, she stood in me…….

a candle light in darkness, light my many memories up that buried in dust for years:

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I was like a child playing in the sea shore, even though couldn't walk stabled yet, tried to chase waves one another…...

the waves run away, run far and far away.....they run to another side of the sea shore;

the waves of memories, like a cluster of pieces music, rolling and spreading up to the sky, with diamond sound…..

"My lower body was naked ... I play violin when my girlfriend sat there watching me…. after we had a nice sex...

"At a corner of library... in a rainy afternoon of day, my hand slipped inside of a girl's clothes, loosen her bra button, and groping on her breast  .....

"Hold a girl’s hand walking, bite her ear in gentle…..a soft kiss on her eyes …. and touched her girl’s “flesh flower bud” secretly in crowd, then bring her to river bank, push her against a tree, kissed her lips as wild as the storm torture petals of rose at night ..."

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The memories, these memories are still vivid like laughter from playing kids …..

In me, these moments happened mostly from the eye met at the first place, as the one with this young violin girl.

She was still there, stood in the center of stage, and she was still playing.

Who is going to play with you after you finished you play?

Who is going to play you when you open your love flower bud at first time?

I know my age, and I know she is a young girl, but I couldn’t help to think that she is my angel, an angel I would like to kiss around, to fond around, and to hold in my arms.

Just for her playing, her music that flows in my heart.

Just for her smiling, her spirit that fly up in my sky,

For the love, that so free of love flows in us,

for the moment, our eyes met in air.

She, and all girls I’ve ever meet in my life, are my angels;

They still wave their arms at me, smile at me as I remember them.

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 When that girl came out from the back of stage, we met at the side of hall.

"I saw you’re playing, it's so nice, and you play so well."

"Thank you, I see you stand there and I see your thumb up to me!"

"Did you? It’s wonderful, Thank you! That’s for you, you know that!"

"Yeah, I see." She smiles as a flower in the dawn.

"You are so good. Byby for now."

"By," ………

 

She smiles, and walked away, holding her violin case, in arms of a young boy, a handsome boy.

We raised our arms waving each other;

when she turned around to me, our arms were waving once more in air,

………………

Her smile is still fresh in me when I write down these lines.

I was walking along the past of my life journey, I would pick flowers up in moment of willing on my way home;

Those girls and ladies I’ve met are the flowers; these girls and ladies I’ve met are the violins;

The love with each of them is as violin’s sound, these sound, as that girl plays, flying up to the sky and become glistening stars,

They are lighting the sky of me, lighted the way I have passed;

I hold these flowers, sat down, and started weaving a garland, with the petals of music.

The music in past is floating with my memory as a creek; it flows, flowing into a book, my first book, a collection of these love moments.

I stopped outside of the theater, stood by the gate, looking at the vast of sky;

It"s filled with colorful flowers.

the purple dusk comes in silence; it sings, singing on the way as I am holding my garland, the reborn of second life,

it grows more value than the original, day by day, month by month, and year by year, in the violin’s music.

Oh, you young pretty girl, stay in my heart, just for a moment……

I so appreciate you, for lighting my memories up, for flaming my spirit free, those moments are the only reason that brings me come to this earth.

The last ray of day was at the edge of the top over hill;

Birds has stopped their chirp in the trees where their nest lay down;

The breeze has rested when the flowers and grass bent for the evening;

I was on the way home, and my both hands hold my garland.

Love, and beloved, are in it; and

Love, met in eyes.

 

Thank you.

Carson Du

11 November, 2015