The very first time they played together
They were both young and new
And all life was in front of them
They met at the back of the store
Were she used to work a long time ago
Selling dreams and musical instruments
She was just out of teenhood, the youngest one
Not a wrinkle on her face yet, minimum wages
And he was just as brand new, then
When the store was empty of clients
Shy notes sounded from the back of the store
Where they were playing together
She wanted him and their harmony each day more
But that was not possible, cause money rules the world
And soon life parted them and he stayed behind
Many years later, money still rules the world of men
And the small shop is closing like many others now
Like a book comming to it's end, all things shall pass
So now she comes back for the last time
To her favorite old shop where she learned to work
But with tears in her eyes, in memory of past friendship
The old boss greets one of his past crew member
With a hug and smilling, like they parted just yesterday
She dries her tears cause he's hopeful for the future
And they talk about the good old times,
and the jams and the fun, and the hard times
And the hard choice that must be taken to close everything.
The old boss says "I have no idea what I will be doing next year
But I know I will be having some fun!" Of this she has no doubt!
Memories comes...sitting in his office... sharing weed and philosophy...
But suddenly a sight catches her attention
From the back of the store... Could it be?
Could it really be him?
She walks slowly to the back of the store with an escort of memory ghosts
Guitar sold to happy clients... Wonder do they still play now?
What will happen now to these walls that heard so many songs?
At the back yes... there he was... still there how could it be??
Was it 13 or 15 years ago? Last time their bodies brushed
Last time she touched his soft neck... She had almost forgotten him...
But he was not the same anymore, neither was she
Somethings can never be restored to their original state
Time through us makes his scratches and cracks
"What happened to you my old friend?" She asked to the old broken cello...
Softy she let her fingers caress the soft, now stringless neck
"What has time done to us all?"
To her amazement the instrument replied in a low hushed voice:
"My love... I was waiting, cracked and broken, for you to return.
I was forgotten here such a long time. Hoping to one day feel you again."
Right away she knew that they were always meant to be, from the start.
They were the same when they were new, and now they both had scratches and cracks
Those cannot be fixed but still they wanted to play and were 100% alive.
