She asked you to play the serenade that reminds her of a garden in England. How it would look like if the garden were a song. And you stood and obliged, walking towards the grand piano at the center of the room. As a gentleman, the favor of a lady should never be turned down. I only looked on, busy keeping my dress neat. But I stopped and looked at you when I heard your fingers glide on the white and black keys.
I never thought you could play so beautifully. You seemed to glow like an angel by the piano. I blushed at the thought, trying hard to shake away the daydreams.
But this song is familiar... you taught this to me once by the rose garden...
"Go on.. you know how the music goes." the countess whispered in my ear. She handed me the violin. I looked at her and saw the secret in her eyes. They tell me that I should be standing there with you.
I thumbed the strings with care and I let the bow glide. I played with my heart, the song that reminded me of blue skies and the sun casting a shimmer over green fields and roses in bloom. Reminiscing the time you held my hand as you taught me your favorite song, which now is my favorite as well. The moment we stopped and looked at each other; and only the birds and the flowers knew that something else, something greater, blossomed on that field that day.
It was just you and me there. The piano and the violin's melody blending together. Our hearts playing as one. And I saw that in your eyes when you looked up to me. You never took away your gaze and so did I. Both of us continued playing, serenading each other; expressing our emotions through music. We finished our song and time somehow stood still. Our melody floated in the air, and everyone was quiet. Glorious claps followed soon after you stood up. You took my hand and gave me a sweet kiss. I returned it with the sweetest smile that only you deserve. You never let go of my hand that night... and you never did.
This wasn't a dream.. it was for real..
The countess looked on, with a smile on her lips.
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