The Godfather Waltz


The setting is in a dark, dripping alleyway in the 1950s.

The pavement is perpetually wet from the dripping sewers. Drip, drip, drip.

The moonlight reflects from a puddle on the floor, as an alleycat watched over the night's happenings.

Suddenly, a footstep breaks the stillness of the puddle.

*

Men, hanging around exchanging dark glances with each other. They wear big coats that covers their ankles and black hats low over their eyes.

Under the street lamp, a dealer makes an exchange with another men puffing on a cigar.

A couple of winos gather around a barrel of fire, none daring to glance up at the men in coats for fear of inviting trouble. They mind their own business.

The men in coats puffing on cigars carry on with their dealings.

*

In a warm office inside a bar, a man in a black tailored suit makes a deal with a mafia boss who sits in his leather upholstered chair smoking a cigar.

Bodyguards standing all around him and the mafia boss, ready to shoot him should he display any sign of backing out.

The smoke gets in his eyes, and his hand was shaky as he signed the agreement.

He's just signed his soul to the devil.

*

They met in a dark alley. She, the mafia boss's only daughter and he, the son of a poor tailor.

They waltzed in the moonlight, and without a word exchanged they fell in love with each other.

It was a forbidden love, as she was to be a victim of an arranged marriage.

He would never leave her. As did she.

The night took the pair of lovers back into her folds, as their desires for each other engulfed them both.

*

Her father found out about their love.

He had her locked up in her room, and sent the man in the black tailored suit unknowingly to a suicidal dealing.

A single tear fell for her man who was carrying a bag of money, walking to the arranged meeting place.

Polished leather shoes stepping over puddles of muddy water on the sidewalk.

She held the poison to her lips. The very same poison she ordered her sobbing maid to get for her.

BAM!

Chaos. Someone grabbed the bag of money and ran.

She tipped the entire bottle down her throat.

He lay there in a puddle of his own blood, whispering her name.

She lay there unmoving, whispering his name.

*

Thus, ends the life of the two lovers.


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This is my version of the song by Henry Mancini. In actual fact, the song has completely no words in it, but it painted the above picture purely by the ups and downs of the instrumental music.

Try painting your own picture with this song.

The Godfather Waltz by Henry Mancini.

If you can't find it, ask me for it.