For You

 

His now nimble fingers barely allow him to play anymore but his need to hear the song one more time keeps him playing .He remembered writing it with her in mind as the melody sprang to life with each little thing he loved her for. She cried the first time he played it for her and every time after that as far as he remembered. He stopped for a moment looking back to their youth and the love they shared for so many years. He remembered getting the piano he now sat at on a whim and teaching himself to play while she stood and listened to what she called music of the angles.

He never learned how to read music, he played from his heart somehow just knowing what notes to play making beautiful sometimes haunting pieces that often brought him to tears. It was as if each song was a part of him that came out of the deepest parts of his being and shot through his fingertips onto the keys. When he wrote her song all his emotions were awaken and softly glided across the keyboard in a soft and soothing melody he named, “For you” When she passed, he found great solace while playing. He stopped writing music awhile back, but he remembered those that brought him the most pleasure and he would spend ours playing them again and again each one stirring up emotions and memories of time gone by.

Now it seems her song is the only one he can remember. It flows from his tired hands like honey down a jar, each beautiful note a testament of his love. He knows the day is coming when he wont play anymore. The old piano will sit gathering dust and he will join her where the angles do sing songs and some of them will be his own.

Mike