piano

i found a piano today. it was the kind that you would have wanted.

all alone in an empty chapel, moonlight creeping through stained-glass panels, rich echoes saturating the still, cool air. it was the kind that i had wanted to get you for your birthday, but wrote that it would probably be impractical. it was the kind that – back then – i would have liked to hear you play, over and over, even as your usually-oh-so clumsy fingers produced a magical, musical flourish.

the image of a piano all alone, was your way of saying that you loved solitude. yet i had always aspired to – one day – be the one who would be allowed into that special place.

some people play for the ears of others. but you were different. you played for something else. maybe it was bashfulness that held you back, but i remembered how i had always urged you to carry on.

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it’s funny how i could talk about you in this way. because the truth is, you no longer exist. the piano never really materialized. you too, simply faded away from reality, and made your way into my recollections, where you now stay, immortalized by memories.

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this sounds like such a sad nostalgic post, but it isn’t. it’s more a thankful recollection.

for today i found a piano. just like the one you alway wanted. and i played it, just the way you would have – not for the ears of anyone – but only for the ears of the One who makes things worthwhile (: