It
was a perfect time to sing. So I did. I hummed just as the warmth hummed on my
skin. I hummed as the stars winked at me. The song that came from my mouth was
none other than the French ballad La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf. I didn’t even
think about it. The notes found me and the music fit that moment. Perfectly
lazy and warm, buzzing with emotion. If that song could have a smell it would
smell like that night.
It
was a fateful day when I first discovered Edith Piaf’s music. I was working at
the library and I was putting away the movie La Vie En Rose. I have a penchant
for French movies (one of my favorite movies is Amélie) so I took it home and
watched it. I loved it. The movie told the story of Edith’s life from her early
childhood until her death in 1963. The best part the film, of course, was the
music. I probably would have turned it off if Edith’s music had not spoken to
me so deeply.
La
Vie En Rose…La Vie is “the life” and En Rose is “in pink.” The life in pink. A
change in how you see your life. A way of living your life and viewing the world
with rose colored glasses…
Music,
especially good music, often brings back memories that I’ve forgotten. Memories
that I never thought I held until they surface to be relived in rhythm to a
song. The memories are always small insignificant moments, but they always hold
the most meaning, the most beauty, the most humanity. They are detailed, but
simple things. I remember every sensation being awoken. The smell, the feel,
the sight, the hearing, the taste. Everything comes into sharp focus. That
night I made another memory. The feel of the rocking and the stars streaking as
my body sways with the swing. The sound of my cat pawing through the dried grass.
The taste of dust and smoke in the air and the feel of my dry throat hitting
the notes of the song. There is beauty in those moments. For it is those small
moments that allow us time to be in our own minds. They hold the most reality.
I felt so alive, so apart of everything. I felt present with no past,
no future, just the now.
Make
your own memory and listen to La Vie En Rose…Dance…Sing…Look at the stars…
I wish that I was listening to this whilst sitting upon a checkered blanket at twilight with a mysterious stranger.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment, Olive. Hmm, a mysterious stranger indeed.
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