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You sit back and watch me perform on the stage the show you want to see…
They say, amongst old married couples, when one departs, the other soon follows. Here, the lyricist captures a kind of distance, a kind of mutual admiration embroiled in an affection that can be enacted, viewed and performed with pleasure under a well-rehearsed understanding. They may be partners in a mime, or they could be the flying trapezes. It may seem shallow to compare a marriage to a stage performance. But if, in a future time (which in our youth we cannot foresee), there becomes only one actor on the stage, and in the audience, there is but one viewer, a conversation of the most intimate nature would take place. I cannot understand this conversation now. I am one who likes to attend wedding banquets in fancy dining halls for a chance to put the bride and the groom and the guests under the microscope, to inspect the actions and expressions that make people enter their chosen predicaments. Yet, at the same time, I am willing to think that those who are married, who are determined to build a family, with children perhaps, know many more times about love than one who seeks to explore, analyze, capture, and represent it in words.
On what day and in what time will we gather to say how tender is the night…?
At night, after the lights have turned off, the football grounds provide the longest stretch of open space one can hope to find in our busy city. The light breeze made it comfortable as I walked across the playground. I saw a couple sitting in the middle of the play ground. I didn’t see their faces. I wondered what they were talking about or how long they had known each other. I felt happy for them, that they have found one another, and may even have discovered a spark of a synergy that allows them to break the confines of this concrete society. I am still young. I still admire a kind of love that empowers us to smash windows.
And then they may get married, or they may not. They may become an old married couple that communicates affection in simple gestures.
One time, when we are dining, I would be the one to leave the last piece in a dish for you. I would watch you eat it, and feel infinitely happy in watching you finish a dish you love.
They say, amongst old married couples, when one departs, the other soon follows. Here, the lyricist captures a kind of distance, a kind of mutual admiration embroiled in an affection that can be enacted, viewed and performed with pleasure under a well-rehearsed understanding. They may be partners in a mime, or they could be the flying trapezes. It may seem shallow to compare a marriage to a stage performance. But if, in a future time (which in our youth we cannot foresee), there becomes only one actor on the stage, and in the audience, there is but one viewer, a conversation of the most intimate nature would take place. I cannot understand this conversation now. I am one who likes to attend wedding banquets in fancy dining halls for a chance to put the bride and the groom and the guests under the microscope, to inspect the actions and expressions that make people enter their chosen predicaments. Yet, at the same time, I am willing to think that those who are married, who are determined to build a family, with children perhaps, know many more times about love than one who seeks to explore, analyze, capture, and represent it in words.
On what day and in what time will we gather to say how tender is the night…?
At night, after the lights have turned off, the football grounds provide the longest stretch of open space one can hope to find in our busy city. The light breeze made it comfortable as I walked across the playground. I saw a couple sitting in the middle of the play ground. I didn’t see their faces. I wondered what they were talking about or how long they had known each other. I felt happy for them, that they have found one another, and may even have discovered a spark of a synergy that allows them to break the confines of this concrete society. I am still young. I still admire a kind of love that empowers us to smash windows.
And then they may get married, or they may not. They may become an old married couple that communicates affection in simple gestures.
One time, when we are dining, I would be the one to leave the last piece in a dish for you. I would watch you eat it, and feel infinitely happy in watching you finish a dish you love.
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