Lyric
By Lily Maxwell
Music can be seen as an escape route. It can speak for us, when we cannot find the words to speak. The word "lyrics" refer to introspection, the expression of feelings. It can be so easy to lose yourself to the music.
He, however, had never really bothered with music.
It was a "you never know the value of something until you lose it" type of situation. Because it wasn't until he started losing his hearing that he started wondering how music really was like. Not the noise that he heard some kids listening to, but – actual music.
When he didlisten to it, some time later, he regretted taking so long. It wasn't as if he could cry his anguishes with the help of music, oh no. Those people were far exaggerated. However, he could feel something else along the sequence of chords. A feeling of tranquility, his mind going somewhere that was not this pitiful world of ours.
And there were many kinds of music that gave him different feelings.
He learned to prefer the calm notes of the piano. In a distant past, he may have grown to like the instrument in that one small church. There were not many memories he could say he was particularly fond of, but he could say he liked the piano. And other melancholy and sad songs.
Miharu would one day kid and say that he had a depressing taste.
He ran into his room, and placed the headphones over his ears, saying that he would like a new song he had found. His hands would remain over the headphones, as if to hold them in place, as he sat on his lap. There was a smile on his face. And even if the gesture wasn't one he had practiced much in the past, he smiled back. As if it was a natural reaction to smile every time he saw Miharu's smile.
It really made him feel good to know Miharu knew him well. The melody that came from the headphones was in complete harmony with his tastes. Soothing, yet carrying a hint of sadness. Some people use music to express what they were feeling, he wondered if that meant he always felt sad?
With Miharu on his lap, a little smile on his face, gently holding the headphone to his ears, hoping that the offer he brought would be appreciated, he didn't think so. He thought that maybe he just liked… pretty things.
He leaned forward, burying his face on the younger boy's neck. He could feel him shiver slightly. Miharu's hand let go of the phone and moved down his neck, tracing a scar that for long he tried to forget. A scar from another life. Miharu seemed to like it, as if knowing his previous life was a great treasure. He didn't really understand.
But then again, he also held treasures he wasn't sure the other would understand.
Their lips met and the melody seemed to reach its most dramatic point. The orchestra seemed to cry, and their kiss would move in sync. Strong, overwhelming.
Yoite didn't really like the concept of memories and how they would linger in his head for longer than they should. But the memory of those kisses, and how they played over and over again to the sound of the songs Miharu brought him, he somehow wanted to never let go.
Definitely, he liked the beauty of Miharu's music.