Her Music

 

Her fingers danced across the piano. Like leaves showering down from the branches of a tree on a breezy day, the notes showered down on us. Her eyes were shut. She was part of the music.

I too was hypnotized. My head moved with the rhythm and my body followed. Her music shook me up like the water that ripples when something new enters a still pond. Take me with you on this beautiful trail of notes. Fill me with your music.

Her eyes cracked open a slit and a corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly as she gave me a glance and my heart melted and I drowned.

I stood still for a while. These were the ending notes. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb them in their entirety. I placed my hand on my heart and sank back into the cushioned chair as the last note faded away. Utter silence. Where was I? What time? It doesn’t matter. Let me revel in this feeling, make it last, store it in my heart.

In a few moments, I was slowly walking amongst the crowd that had formed, people awed expressing how they felt to one another. I was trying to find her. Ah. I spotted a shiny white surface. The piano! I rushed. The stool was empty.

She had left.

Well. I breathed deeply and smiled. I will have to look up where and when her next concert is. I went home with my soul feeling like it was soaring in the vast limitless sky.

I danced up the stairs to my flat. I was making it last. Holding on to the music. Stay with me today. I swirled around in my home making my dinner, dropping in the cut vegetables in a musical fashion.

~~~

“Kabeer?” Big brown eyes entered my field of vision. “Let’s go!” she clapped her hands in front of my face.

She had chosen me to share her life with. It was another concert of hers today and this time she was connected to me more than ever before, in a way truly sharing her journey with me. She had chosen me.

~~~

It was another concert of mine today and this time I knew the name of the guy who I had grown familiar with in the audience, the ecstatic face that my gaze couldn’t help but catch. Before I knew it, I had started playing for him. When motivation to play had been trying to escape me, destiny made it so that I found him, the one who slowly made me fall in love with playing again.

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