בלוז בן יהודה | Ben Yehuda Blues
"A street musician on Jerusalem's Ben Yehuda Street falls for a religious woman who stops to listen every day—but never speaks."
בלוז בן יהודה
Ben Yehuda Blues
פרק ראשון | Chapter One
Every day at five, she appeared. Stood at the edge of the crowd. Listened.
"?את רוצה לשמוע שיר מסוים" Matan asked. "Do you want to hear a specific song?"
She shook her head. Long sleeves. Long skirt. Covered hair.
"?מה השם שלך" "What's your name?"
She walked away.
פרק שני | Chapter Two
Weeks passed. She never missed a day.
"אני אנגן רק בשבילך היום," he announced. "I'll play just for you today."
A small smile. The first emotion she'd shown.
He played love songs. Her eyes glistened.
פרק שלישי | Chapter Three
One day, a note in his guitar case.
"אני לא יכולה לדבר איתך. אבל אני שומעת כל מילה." "I can't speak to you. But I hear every word."
He looked up. She was already gone.
The next day, he played: "לאישה שלא מדברת, שאני רוצה להכיר."
"To the woman who doesn't speak, that I want to know."
פרק רביעי | Chapter Four
Another note: "אני נשואה. לא מאושרת. אבל נשואה." "I'm married. Not happy. But married."
He wrote back through song: "אני אחכה." "I will wait."
Her eyes filled with tears. She ran.
פרק חמישי | Chapter Five
A year later. She appeared without the head covering.
"אני התגרשתי." "I'm divorced."
"אני יודע. חיכיתי." "I know. I waited."
"?שנה שלמה" "A whole year?"
"הייתי מחכה עשר." "I would have waited ten."
Her name was Devorah. Her voice, when she finally used it, was more beautiful than any song he'd ever played.
הסוף | The End
ברחוב בן יהודה, המוזיקה מדברת כשהמילים נכשלות. ולפעמים, שתיקה אומרת יותר מכל.
On Ben Yehuda Street, music speaks when words fail. And sometimes, silence says more than anything.