Sound of The Past

The sound of the past seemed to be as genial as ever. She greeted them, some old friends from old memory, the ones she found out later to be buried far beyond her subconscious mind. Never did they see each other truly in reality.

And yet, here they finally met.

It was a silent night. Under the rooftop of heavenly bodies. Yes, you can still hear the nightingale whispered. Or the sweep of the robe of the wizard lived nearby. The surrounding neighborhood may looked deserted. But it was, on the contrary, quite crowded back home.

The first acquaintance came was Mr.Mercury. His gift was this special menu he named 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

Bohemian Rhapsody was a cruel rainbow. Never can we decided whether to call it a Mr. or a Madame, thus came the idea to just be-it it. It delivers an awkwardly wail of... a hag. Beautiful, beautiful hag. And you will learn to savour a rare, scrumptious goosebumps just by its melodies.

The second long-lost fellow came was Madame Brighton. A voice of an angelic gesture, it seemed to be a perfect night to hear her humming softly the farewell song to bid Mr. 2010 a sweet goodbye.

The maiden host wondered as when her next acquaintance of the past will occur again.

The songs and voice she would be listening for the first time in her life, albeit no matter how intimate, how close they have been felt like to her. As she thanked her guests and walked them out the front door, waving a temporary good bye.

For the upcoming teas and serene nights accompanied by them awaits in the future, ocassions she could arrange over and over again.

The sound of the past...lessened the loneliness.