Where rivers meet - Will you remember me?

"...up there. " My taxi driver pointed to it. Very long stone walls of uneven graynish yellow, perhaps 3,4 meters high obscured anything beyond it, except a glimpse of subtropical bushes through the narrow gap of stone staircase cut into the walls.

Yet, her singing was already audible in the soft drizzling mist, perhaps rare for this island striding across the tropic of cancer. As I approached the gap I knew what she was singing. It was one of the songs she had best covered, "Ye Lai Xian". Musical notes were tumbling down, overriding the walls, down the short flight of stairs. I could see them, all around me.

Literally, I felt that the air surrounding the place was swinging with the mist. And, with the mist were musical notes quietly dancing in unison. Teresa then was, at her best. She was singing for herself, obviously quite unaware of my presence. Initially, as I stepped out on to the cemetary compound I momentarily thought that she was singing through the stone piano that I had read so much about.

No, she was singing from much farther away, at her permanent resting place, which was heavily decorated with bunches of tropical flowers. I also noticed an elderly fellow standing near her tomb, obviously local. I did not like it, because I was wanting to sing for her there, one of her songs, "Ren Er Bu Neng Liu", which I had learnt through internet.

Looking back on it now I could not have done it, because she would not stop singing. Wondering if she was always singing the same Ye Lai Xian I approached her and knelt down on my knees in the mist. I had not brought anything with me in terms of extra flowers or anything else for that matter. It was then that this fellow produced a long stick of already lit incense for me to take, not even a single word exchanged.

I just grabbed it in silence and placed it in front of her photo. I only then realised that it was the same photo carried on one of her web pages. I remained in that posture for a long time indeed, because I was talking to her. Funny, that I had not known her in any significant way until recently, let alone her songs. It all started, historically, from my search for the identity of that virtual singer, who even managed to get a free ride on a flight to Venus.

Anyway, that then was the moment in life as it happened on a whim in December 2014.

My song?, yes, I sang it for her all in Chinese at the piano...hope she liked it...