When she plays
Sometimes she peeks around the notes,
checking to see who is there.
Then there are times as you carefully listen
you can hear her heart whisper
amongst the varied notes.
It's not her fingers that play the keys
but it is her heart.
One can hear her very life begin to pour
itself into the notes and around the notes.
Her heart gives the music life, giving it
a resonating beauty.
Her sorrows and joys flesh out the keys,
causing the music to burst
even as a flood that rolls through
the valley and then subsides;
But her music springs forth life and peace
washing the worried soul of its cares
leaving one quiet and rested.
And so I sit, trying not to be noticed,
enjoying this rendition of her soul.
A time to treasure and remember to the very end....
Dad, February 23, 2008