I just fell in love again.
My fingers danced over the keyboard
flitting and picking the notes
my notes unsure at first till they started coming back in spades
I played till my fingers cramped
losing myself in the notes belted from the keyboard.
They sounded broken, like some pieces of me,
yet soothing they came out, like the throaty seduction of the nights siren,
like the insistent squalling of a quibbling toddler.
I revisited old tunes long stored in the belly of forgetfulness
the came tumbling out, a piece at a time,
the jumbled sound of music from my own fingers sounded so beautiful.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
An early Christmas gift of a keyboard from my darling Himself has become a piece of peace and joy.
I haven’t played in almost 20 years and I can’t even remember the reason why. I think when I left my parents home, I was secretly waiting till I could buy a Grand Piano, that must be it which seems such a poor and insufficient reason now.
For now, I shall covet my keyboard and enjoy it thoroughly while I wait for The Grand Piano that will surely come in time. Today, we play.