Monday, October 13, 2008
what used to be
“I have a love affair with coffee. And tea, but mostly coffee." - Aefiel
the old piano sits in its dusty silence, unplayed notes resonating drearily off the crumbling planks of painted wood. diminuendo, diminuendo, the breeze whispered wispy rustles through the broken window. it used to be a cafe here. a place of chicory quietude, save for the occasional tinkling of irenic keys on the piano. most evenings when the sun was getting ready for bed and customers were few, she would run into the garden behind and watch. she watches as the sun disappears, shining his last silvers of light on the autumn leaves sprinkled about like confetti. the maple trees and little persian flowers shone golden warm for a moment. then she does a self-cuddle with her tiny pale hands, embracing her sick body and her favouritest yellow summer dress. she shivers a little. seasons change but she stays the same, time holds no meaning to her except when it is evening and the sun begins to set. dolente, dolente, dolce.
5 coffee beans
