Sing to the Lake
I couldn't understand a word that he spoke. He was here with his friends. We were all together, watching the sky change colors. I sat a feet apart from your friends and listened to you. Between you and me, there was a patch of green grass and the lake met the blue sky at the horizon ahead of us. The melody that your guitar made suited your voice perfectly. I still couldn't understand a word that escaped your lips but I listened nonetheless. Let alone what you meant to say, I couldn't even see you face. With your back turned to the audience gathered around you, you sang to the lake, without a care in the world. A kid came rushing to you and asked you for money. "Money?," he asked and lifted up his flimsy sweater, his slightly bloated stomach stuck out. He made rapid circles on his belly and nudged you a little. You stopped singing and tried to concentrate on what the kid was saying. You leaned in a little close, your shoulders shrugged. You said somet...