The Chopin’s Nocturne has been playing for a few times as i lied down on the ship’s rooftop when she jumped in cautiously and sat beside me. I moved a little to give her more space. The ship was struglling to be stable. The sea was nothing but a darkest of your view; calm but as deadly as always, especially if you fell from a ship’s rooftop and you couldn’t swim. She couldn’t. The night wasn’t so windy to call it a perfect night.
“I’m affraid,” she said.
“don’t be”
“it is wet here”
I lied again and yes the rooftop was wet. It was because of the dew. I asked her to lied down too but she hesitated. She looked up to the brilliant sky with the brightest stars we’ve ever seen in our whole life. I noticed that she liked the stars much, because at first she was uncomfortable about living in a ship – being nauseaus all the time plus the fact that she really couldn’t swin if something happened, but then she could sat on the front of the ship for hours looking at the stars blinking at her while moving her feet continuously which made her like a child (i loved it when she did this). And here she was, on the rooftop.
“you’ll hurt your neck if you stay like that, beside the view is better if you lie down,” i continued, “just lie here, and think of nothing”
She finally agreed and lied down beside me. The Southern Cross was in our feet’s direction. I had turned my iPod down since she got here. I turned it on again. I didn’t like sharing my earphone with someone,because for me, you must hear the music with your both ears. But this time, i offered the right side for her.
“try it. Nothing better than watching the stars and listen to this. It is one of only 2 of my favorite songs”
Some people said that Chopin’s Nocturne opus 9 no 2 was quite easy to be played, but the hardest part which only few could did it was to make it sounds like the night. And the one in my iPod was maybe the best Nocturne i’ve ever heard. So melancholic. And i never felt bored.
“look those 3 stars,” i said. “the one in the middle is red”
“yes..”
“and the other 5 which made the C shape..”
“…”
“Stefano said it was Scorpion”
“ah..”
And suddenly i saw a falling star. I screamed. I never saw one. Ever. And then another one. And the she saw one too, and then another and another. We cought a lot of falling stars that night as we spoke in silence, just like what nature did to us but we never listened.
And somehow, a lyric came suddenly. A woman sang this very beautifully.
Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar. Floating on the silence that surounds us. Quiet songs and quiet dreams. Quiet walk by quiet street. And the window that looks out on Corcovado, oh how lovely.
This is where to be. Here with you so close to me. Till the final flicker of life embers. I, who was lost and lonely, believing that life was only a bitter tragic joke i found with you. A meaning of existence, my love.
Definetly the best night of my life.