My Simple Husband and Mozart

My husband opens the window every morning.
"The breeze feels so nice."

I close the window immediately.
I only want the light to come in.

"Oh, I see."

One day, I went to a piano concert by Shinya Kiyozuka with that husband of mine.
Twenty years ago, I was obsessed with watching the drama 'Nodame Cantabile'.

I loved Shinichi Chiaki so much.

It was Shinya Kiyozuka who played the piano for the performance scenes.

That's why I was so excited.

I felt like I could meet the Shinichi Chiaki from back then once more.
I had circled the date on my calendar months ago and had been waiting for this day.

Our seats were in the third row from the front.
I could see the grand piano on stage very clearly.
I couldn't believe I was listening to a live performance from so close.
After a while, the lights dimmed. The audience fell silent.

The person I loved so much twenty years ago was now playing right in front of me.

The second piece.
Schubert's
"Impromptu Op. 90-2"

As I listened, my father's smile suddenly came to mind.
From the days when he would tell jokes and laugh heartily.

Just as he was back then.

In his later years, the smile faded from my father's face.

The performance continued on stage. Before I knew it, it was already the last song.
I wished the encore would just go on forever. I didn't want to leave my seat.

Even after the concert ended, I was still lingering in that afterglow. The parking lot was congested, and the cars were moving only an inch at a time.
We finally got out and went into a family restaurant on the way home.

While waiting for the food we ordered, I looked back through the program.
I flipped the page and stared at "Impromptu Op. 90-2" once more.

I could hear lively chatter and laughter from the surrounding tables.
Some people were looking at their smartphones.
Even though I had been in that special place just a moment ago.

I felt as if the applause and the sound of the piano were gradually fading away...
Even though I had been looking forward to it so much,
ah, it's already over.

"That was pretty good, wasn't it?"
My husband said.

"Which song?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"But, there was no Mozart."

Sometime ago, while looking at the pansies by the entrance, I asked, "What colors did we plant?"

"...Purple, I think?"

The pansies were white and yellow.

My husband listens to "100 Selected Mozart CDs" in his car during his commute.
Even though he doesn't even see the white and yellow,

Mozart.

We left the family restaurant and arrived home. Before the door had even fully closed, he blurted out, "Oh no! I forgot to buy mechanical pencil lead and sticky notes!"

"...Right now?"

My husband rushed off to GEO without waiting for a proper reply. *Sigh*... It's starting again.

I am still there, inside that concert... but my husband is already looking at tomorrow.

Even so, I thought I wanted to go again. Next time, Mozart would be fine too. I just want to listen to Schubert right next to him.