He practiced his piece. Over and over.
It was nice.
Then the real music began.
Random notes, made up.
A foot pedal here,
a low note down there.
Running up to the top,
oh, and some pounding too.
It was beautiful.
Not so much the tune,
but the creation his fingers found
on the keys in that moment.
Her turn.
Missed notes, long gaps,
concentration, frustration, exasperation.
Trying to find the music
in the music.
Ahhhhh discovered glimpses.
New chords, rhythms and pauses
making sense, slowly, painfully.
She makes it to the end. A sigh.
She skips back upstairs,
glad to be finished.
Not understanding ,
that there is no such thing, finished.
There is always music
waiting to be played.
Whether it be discovered on a page
or simply found within.
Soulseeds offers affirmations, resources and community to all people, of all faiths and no faith, to nurture spiritual growth and global healing.
So so so beautiful, Meg!
Thank you!
“Trying to find the music in the music. (…) Not understanding, that there is no such thing, finished.” ♥
Meg, glad to have connected on Twitter. Really like your blog posts and would love to put some up on my site, if you don’t mind – crediting you of course. If not, no problem, I will continue to follow these treasures for myself. I was just wondering, this morning, why I bother with social networks and was considering unsubscribing. Now I know why it is worth fostering connections!
Warm thoughts,
Martine
Thank you both for your comments.
Martine I’m so glad you can relate to my writing and am happy for you to share any of our writing. http://www.Soulseeds.com is for all, sow the seeds far and wide! Happy “gardening” and keep in touch
fantastic piece.
Beautiful poem..Like Martine up there said, there are gems all over the internet and this is one of them
Thanks so much Lola