Yes, Dear, I'm listening


By Marcia K. Leaser

September 15, 2011

  

  

  

 

        The shadows of the tiny trees sneak silently in the open window.  They tip toe gracefully across the dusty old piano, as if beckoning someone to accompany their little ballet.

        They seem as lost as I, since the lonely keys no longer awaken to your caress.  A lilting melody slowly swells on the threshold of my mind.  Very faint at first... almost hauntingly; but as I allow myself to creep deeper into the past, it becomes louder and more intense.  I hear so clearly the beautiful strains of our favorite waltzes. 

        The tiny branches, no longer so timid, respond excitedly to the merry tune, and dance gleefully across the room... darting from ceiling to floor.

        But all too soon - memory fades - as the cold stark hand of realty halts the imaginary music.

        Why must it end so quickly?  It's been such a long time since you played that old piano.  Five years, I believe.... at least five.  Maybe even more.  Let's see-our Linda's Tommy, (Who never had the joy of knowing you) was eight in June.  Has it been that long?  Has it really been THAT long?

        I stare down at the wrinkled hands lying in my lap... how they wish to be busy doing the happy things they did so long ago. 

        Then the realization that it won't be long before we'll be together again, brings a sigh and a secret smile from deep within.  Soon... these ears will thrill once more to the joyous tunes they wait so impatiently to hear. 

        Surely it won't be too much longer before I'll join you to share an eternity of the music we both love so very much.

        I look over at the silent piano, and I can see you sitting there.  That same special smile, as you glance over your shoulder to make sure I'm listening.  Yes, dear, I am... everyday.

 

                             



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