Yesterday afternoon was a lazy afternoon at home. At loose ends after church and dinner with the family, I wandered into the front room and my old stand-by, the piano. It’s a friend I’ve turned to for many years. Digging some well-liked music from my piano bench, I sat down and played. Tunes have always had the ability to transport me from here to somewhere entirely different, while life goes on around me. I love the music of the masters, but also the music of the South, those girlhood tunes I grew up with, church songs that are never heard nor sung any more.
Then, I glanced at the wall beside the piano and saw some interesting patterns. The sun shining through vertical blinds and leaves created an interesting collage around the painting of my son. Maybe it somehow went with the music. I don’t know. The sun was going down and the day was drawing to a close. Music and memories. I was content.
Blanche, I loved the way you said how music transports you somewhere different while life goes on around you! I had to think of how my Mother loved to sit and play the piano…I believe you just described her own “get-away”!
Thank you for that thought…and reminder visual!
Your words have transported me to another time again! : )
Thanks so much for writing, Fran.I’mm honored that this piece reminded you of your mother. Yes, music can take us to anywhere in the world. Years drop away and we are back to those other days.