by Sparks In Shadow
While playing piano in his apartment downstairs, my little girl footsteps assaulted like substantial stones striking wood.
Music, rising through floor and upholstery, warmed like saturated color when my ear pressed against the sofa. Loved even before discovering my trick, it stole something from me I didn’t want back. I reproached my feet for offering upset in return.
Afterward, my fate intertwined with books and music, I understood in ways that ached every time someone didn’t. Strange, this link to one who went away to escape children in motion.
I searched years for Beethoven, for Für Elise, without clues, humming.
Inspired by a memory from childhood.