I noticed you here, not so long ago. I was sitting at the round table closest to the entry door, while you were sitting at the bar with a book in your hand. I couldn't see what it was you were reading, but I saw it's effect on you by the glossy shine from your eyes and how you would turn the pages. It was like you were searching, hoping a resolution would come, but alas, it never did.

For weeks, I would come to the Opera House and there you would be, sitting at the bar, book in your hand and the world around you disappears. I did notice however, that each book you read would bring the same emotion out of you. I often wondered to myself, why would you continue to read these kinds of books if you are never left with some kind of clarity? I guess you can say, that's partly the cause of my fascination, you are such a mystery.

Like you, I enjoy a good book but at the moment, I'm working on creating something of my own and I think I found my muse. Weird huh, how that happens? You spot a total stranger from across the room and you feel like they are a part of you. To be honest, I wish I could muscle up some courage and talk with you, but that's a max sized courage that I'm not ready for today. So, for the time being, I'll meet you here at the Opera House and watch you from the round table closest to the entry door. You continue reading those books that puts the glossy shine to your eyes, and I'll continue writing my story. Who knows, maybe one day, I'll be like the cowardly lion and finally muscle up enough courage and come to you. Maybe our future will be us together, laughing about the time we met at the Opera House.


© M.J. Rhodes