Outside my Window

   When in the evenings the music started to play outside my window somewhere in one of the nearby gardens, neighbors knew already that a gleeful feast had begun. The music came on at higher volume, so everyone could hear it all around. It was so unusual and melodious that nature nearly froze itself in anticipation of the event that was to happen next.

   Slowly I smiled, put my book on the window ledge, where I was sitting, and opened the window wider. When my bare feet touched the grass, I felt the cool drops of dew on my skin. The evening air felt pleasantly fresh. That time things felt much more relaxed and I remembered my first impression when I had read several of your novels. They immediately showed me the complex interaction between your voice and mind. There I had found more than in the books of other authors, but sometimes I had wished to find there probably not so much, because they attracted me so, that I couldn’t stop reading and even make up more than I should.

   Then I was there. I was spinning around and around with closed eyes in a slow dance with my natural rhythm. Sometimes I raised my hands in the air and clicked my fingers. Silver glitter appeared under the clouds above my head and slowly started to fall down on my skin and on the grass all around me. As well as with glitter without opening my eyes I knew… I felt you were there…

   Different sized clouds were moving idly through the bright moonlight, when I opened my eyes I saw them. You wanted me to slow down and dream. Your bare hands touched gently my fingers and pulled me gingerly towards to the rose garden. In a split second, I smelled the magnetic delicate aroma of the roses in the humid air. I pronounced your name softly as I liked.
“Shhh… Listen…” you whispered in my ear. We were standing there looking up and imagining what story each of those stars kept.         


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