The Wind Beneath My Soul

A cool spring breeze whistled through the house this evening, dancing sunshine across my neglected piano. There was laundry to be done, dished to be put away, and a never ending list of things to do. But the ache of forgotten chords drew me in.

My tired and warn fingers flew across the soft, cool white keys as my heart soared and wept with music that sings my soul. Music that has known so much sorrow, joy, suffering, and hope.

My fingers grew tired and sore, and the cool breeze turned them icy cold. But still I kept playing. Like two lovers being reunited, my piano embraced me and I fell hard on it's shoulders.

You feel like home.




  1. What a beautiful and melancholy post.. I love that first pic... :)

  2. Seriously wonderful picture...with that and your words, the tone of the moment was captured beautifully and I was right there with you.

  3. Jolene22.5.10

    That's beautiful... guess I'm not the only writer in the family :)