Come fly!

It is very peaceful, the day’s noises and traffic have gone to bed. Dimmed lights, sitting at my piano across the room from the fireplace, shadows from the crackling fire leaping along the rustic old bricks.

Gentle piano chords, mixed with the rich orchestral strings of the synthesizer, attention drifting to the little wooden picture frame sitting on the fireplace hearth. It’s empty, and has never held a picture. I don’t know, I just have never decided whose picture should be inside.

Sometimes I wish it held a picture of the lovely lady who gave it to me. She taught me music a few years ago, just a friend, unfortunately of a different generation, my mind concludes, but so precious. She allowed me to express my music outside the boundaries of ‘normal’ lessons and theory. Yeah, I know I’d never win any contests, probably couldn’t compete with the grade one level music theory of her other students, but she allowed me to find my passion and play my own way.

Tonite I feel her presence, like she’s giving my heart permission….

Fantasy takes off its cape of anonymity and steps gingerly into the circle………I must grasp it, grant full welcome and see where it leads me.

Wanting my song to touch her heart,
Which chords this reverie does start,
Speaking through these mystic keys?
Though the notes reach out to seize…..there’s
only an echo in your wooden embrace,
of soft flowing hair, sweet angelic face…

It doesn’t matter about the words! The soul does not speak in rhyme but in expression, in passion!

So this NOW is for the music and as the fire burns down and it is time to go to sleep, I’ll dream. If tonite’s fantasy follows me into my dream world, then she’ll be waiting, for that too, is the realm of the soul.

Don’t tell me that this is all very juvenile. I know it is… but so many of us have empty castles that long for our presence, that nudge themselves into our daily existence, hoping we would just for one moment grasp the reins of our royal steed, or put on our cape and fly!

And when we return maybe we would treat life with a little less severity, maybe encourage and join in the unfolding creativity of our children, or look deep beyond the eyes of our mate and, approaching his or her soul, ask ”Wanna play?”

That’s what matters, really!

Rich