Over the last two months, a dozen students from three continents have been meeting to write and reflect as part of the Writers Matter program. The following piece is part of the “I Wonder” collection, and comes from Lamija in Sarajevo.
A Song that Moves Me
I do not have a favorite song, just as I do not have a favorite animal, color, or plushie.
Things simply happen. Sometimes, they meet your expectations; other times, they happen when you least expect them. Fear and love might be connected there, but in my life, everything feels unexpected; just like that evening.
Sitting on the shore with a notebook in my hands, writing and drawing. Sun was setting, when I heard a light breeze of jazz. My heart skipped a beat… The pen started moving on its own.
A couple was dancing, coming to life, when suddenly, a tap on my shoulder asked for the same dance.
Listening to those playful notes, staring into hazel eyes, unclear face, and swaying to the breeze of jazz, we ended with Chopin’s waltz on that sweet, sweet night.
P.S. Chopin’s waltz was never meant for dancing.
Debate for Peace 