Forgotten MusicForgotten Music5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
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My fingers skim the ivory keys lightly, remembering each one with a motherly grace. They are coated with dust, and spiders have made sanctuary beneath their walls. I press a key down gently, and listen to its echo; its tone pained and angered. My finger finds its neighbor, but the same sound is heard, and the next emits an identical somber tone.
Their notes are not silenced, but they have lost their music. They are shallow, perfunctory, like the mechanical stirrings that have become as familiar as birdsong. I take a seat on the stool, the hiss of air from it mimicking my doubt. Hands are poised over the keys like hovering shadows, itching to dance over the piano once again, but I keep them suspended, waiting. Inside my mind the world is silent, my hands the defeated soldiers from another unknown war.
Daylight and night have ceased, and time has no meaning. I remain as I am, waiting for the music, but she has no mercy for the guilty. She knows that I have given up on he