She plays a hauntingly peaceful song on the piano, as I rush around, whirling in a state of constant urgency. Lately my days collapse, one on top of each other, in a heaping mess. How can I possibly stop for a moment?
I stop. I listen.
Her young fingers glide so effortlessly over the first few bars of music. Waves of sweet melody caress me gently, beckoning me to...just listen. It seems so easy.
My heart has been sewn piece by piece to this song which she learns. I ache to be a part of every note she plays.
I sit, and breathe in and breathe out. Note by note I unwind.
She hits a wrong note, and I cringe just for an instant. Silently I listen at the top step as she fumbles for the right keys. She growls, yet determination keeps her going, starting over, trying again, continuing.
I muse for a minute. Life is like that. Isn't it? Hauntingly beautiful and peaceful, days go by effortlessly like the melody of a song. Then we hit the wrong note, stumble along to get through our days...just getting frustrated. We stop and growl at our inadequacies. If we are determined enough, we pick up the pieces, start over, continue on without a huge sense of urgency, trying to make things right. We remember to live in the moment and enjoy the song; breathing in and breathing out...pausing.
As the song comes to an end, she strikes the last chord, with confidence and finality. I step back into my wonderful yet crazy world.
I pause. I listen. The last note lingers on.
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