When he came back home yesterday, he was exhausted. I noticed that because I saw him enter slowly the room and sit on the sofa. He closed his eye for a few seconds, and then he took his newspaper and started read it. He hadn't paid attention to the woman who was sitting next to the door, a few meters from him. She looked sad and lost in her thoughts.
Their windows were open so I could plainly hear the silence which came from the room. It was a terrifying silence, as if something could happen at anytime moment.
And then, it came.
The woman who was tenderly touching the piano keys suddenly played a note. Just one. And the silence came again. The man was still reading his newspaper, as if he hadn't heard the sound. I was looking through their windows open, seeing a strange and mysterious scene.
The woman played other notes. It became a melody. And then she started to sing. Her voice in my head was a succession of different feelings. I was terrified. With her red dress, she looked like an opera singer. She played a very long time. I thought her song could have been heard at the opposite of the city. I was fascinated by this woman, but as suddenly as she had begun, she stopped. And during all that time she sang, the man didn't hear a thing. It was surprising because of the power of her voice !
I closed my eyes just once, but when I opened them again, the woman was not there anymore. Why ? Where had she gone ? Even when I remember this night, I have no ideas. Maybe I dreamt. Maybe she was just a fragment of my imagination. Because the man is still alone, all night, reading his paper. He didn't see her, he didn't hear her.