The Silent Conversation
At times, there is nothing more interesting than to talk and listen. I was at the lobby of a hotel, somewhere far away from where I call home, wifi in the room I checked in was weaker than that at the lobby, I wanted to read my mails but I fell in love with the tunes from a large piano at the lobby. The melody filled the space, for me it was calming, but for the man I sat few feet from, it made him talk more, he was the man that talked and listened, I was, that night, the man that listened and talked. Although I had never met the man, he talked and I listened, when I spoke he listened too, I spoke to no one but myself, he spoke with the keys of the piano, he talked all through, pausing only after each verse and then listened, to everyone and no one. He sat on a stool, the man that talked and listened. I was the man that listened and talked, I spoke to no one but myself and I listened to no one but him-the man that sat few feet from me, the man on...