the present…again

The notes dropped softly into the quiet air of the darkened room, falling easily like thick snowflakes on a wintry and wood-smokey night.  They slid sometimes in icy wonder up the scales and tinkled down again and pattered along the floor like a baby’s footsteps as he’s learning to walk, all wobbly-legged and unsure, patting his bare toes in sprinkled notes and laughs of fancy and then.

hands playing piano

They remind the man of a music box that used to sit on the shelf in other babies’ rooms in days and nights of a past that is thin and fleeting.  Cars and cars pass and the furnace clicks on and a smell of warm dust and human dander swirls against the cold walls as another tune steps from the stereo and moves him further along and into the night.  The muted lights from something moving on the quiet television that glows through his closed eyelids make him wonder for a second why it’s on, but then it doesn’t matter…as the notes keep rising and falling like a tiny heartbeat.  A tiny heartbeat that is just below the other notes and endures with its tender strength and doesn’t go away even when the music ends, that one little note that lies underneath and within and kept on with its steady, un-fading ping ping ping ping, and then, that heartbeat.  There is an Indian running swiftly in tinkling notes of raindrops and teardrops of gentle cadence, a rushing of golden tango-notes like freckles falling on a fair and tender face, and a person dining alone in a happy sadness that isn’t sad, with a movement and sway that comforts and soothes in its quietude. They are notes in their touching caress and the passing of the minutes and hours of a night that lure the man into a wakeful sleep where his heart beats slow and calm and there is nothing else, just the song.

This is a Favorite Re-post from November, 2010.

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15 responses

  1. A beautiful, poetic description.

    October 20, 2013 at 5:23 pm

    • Thank you, Ronnie.

      October 22, 2013 at 6:49 am

  2. Nut Balls

    Wow…utterly incredible. I am so grateful….thank you 🙂

    October 20, 2013 at 6:05 pm

    • You are welcome, Nathan…but I am still thanking you…..

      October 22, 2013 at 6:49 am

  3. Heartafire

    lovely writing

    October 21, 2013 at 8:27 pm

    • Thank you very much. 🙂

      October 22, 2013 at 6:50 am

  4. I always enjoy your poetry, Scott… and the photograph helps to tell the story.

    October 22, 2013 at 11:12 pm

    • Thank you very much, Shimon…those are the hands of my son who wrote and played the music that I was listening to the evening that I wrote the words above…. He has a beautiful heart and mind and it comes out in his music….it moves me like nothing else, truly.

      October 24, 2013 at 6:47 am

  5. Read done, no sure totally understanding 🙂

    October 26, 2013 at 7:25 pm

    • Most of the last paragraph is in reference to the names of the songs that were being played…my son wrote the songs and I know what they meant to him and the rest of the family…and to me, of course. It would require long explanations or insight to fully understand them, Ordered Chaos….but I thank you for being here…for trying to understand all of it. 🙂

      October 28, 2013 at 2:41 pm

  6. Photo and words evoke a strong sense of special moments, heartfelt and precious………I’m holding on to that……holding on.

    November 1, 2013 at 4:22 pm

    • Your gentle spirit is very endearing, John….you know those precious and heartfelt things…and I’m very glad that you do.

      November 1, 2013 at 7:49 pm

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