…..But she wasn’t mine…neither was the tune.
Just like her clavier, I gaped at how well she played me.…or so I thought.
I recognized that melody very well.
Each chord set me years back into my childhood….
A freckled gutsy young boy outside that small dainty church next to SK’s Grocer..
I’d never forget the smell of those fresh Cinnabons and Panera Bread with diced lemons.
It’s funny how far back I went.. music does that sometimes.
Still she played…fondling ever so gracefully with my soul. Never had my emotions been on such a ride.
Unknown to the composer, yet I fit her shoes perfectly… music does that sometimes.
She came to play but one instrument and left there with an orchestra; our hearts echoing her song…