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Darling bud of May and first audience

2025.5.01

Thursday, first day of May.
It has been 6 months since
I played songs from a different language,
So far I did only 8. Only two since the start of the year.

On 17 March this year,
I was at the library, waiting for JC,
To return his book as I promised.
I ended up meeting someone else instead.
Since then, I had been asked to meet in the park.
I refused until today, I agreed
We would meet in a book shop,
Where I played piano once per week.
At first, I thought it would be a great opportunity, 
To check out how I played those new songs
He would be the perfect audience,
Who was familiar with and spoke the language.
I planned as much as I like,
But things did not happened as expected.
At the end, to keep my promises, 
I stood up and walked away from music instrument,
He greeted me with a grin.
Before I could approach him,
A lady walked up right in between.
Politely gave me something,
She walked away without speaking.
There was a written note folded underneath
A mini purple flowers tied up by string.
I opened the paper which had with silver words
"You are enough".  I was taken back.
I had no idea what those words meant.
I put all that aside and sat down with the man.
Who has been patiently waiting.
We spent chatting for thirty minutes.
We claimed he could not recognise me,
He explained, it was almost six weeks ago,
When we first met, I wore a face mask.
I asked if I played alright on the piano.
All those songs in his first language,
I was stunt followed what he asked,
Have I been playing music since I was young,
I asked him again, how my piano playing. 
Embarrassly he disclosed to me,
He has severe hearing losses,
Did not wear hearing aid on the day.
There went my first music listener,
Who could not make any comments.
Then when it was time to be parted.
He insisted on a hug and kiss,
I refused and only allowed a friendly hand shake.
He attempted to pull my arm to reach my face.
I quickly turned around and walked away.
I did not understand why people did that.
I was straight, strict and serious,
What wrong with which I strongly believe? 
I never accustom to intimacy like hugging and kissing.
My late friend AP,
The first friendly kissed on my cheek,
Was after five years of friendship.
I knew BB for six months, 
The most closest he could get,
Was putting his hand out
To walk me down the steps.
So what did he think he was doing,
Tried to be too closed to me.
I believed I should never give him any more chances,
To meet up with this person again.

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