A Daydream

When a few notes can't complete a melody, her long delicate fingers will rest on the silent piano as Mozart did... until inspiration comes from an outside source such as happy warblers; her vacant and perplexed look pierces serenity as sun rays cut through clouds to nurture flowers; isn't her dream to set those words to music to fulfill someone's will? Perhaps that poet was her lover who dedicated her verses, and remembering them she must create from seven notes something memorable to honor a memory that Mankind forgot, and his greatness will once again emerge from the black ashes; then write, beautiful player, the new melody to cure a mourning heart... let tears flow to release pain, let music vindicate unsought loneliness! If I had lived in your time, much consolation I would have brought and not made you look away to increase your undeserved and endless grieving; and while hearing what you had written with compassion and feeling, an embrace I would have offered to ensue understanding and comfort!