Post 1566. Thursday July 13
Six Sentence Stories
He gently strokes the score, and as his fingers caress the notes, the melody plays in his mind.
Once, these fingers danced upon ivory keys; now they can but barely grip a spoon.
Closing his weary eyes he sees a rapturous audience, hears enthusiastic applause.
Now, ninety years old, those joyous days are nothing more than a distant memory.
He places the score on the piano and returns to his chair.
A tear rolls down his cheek as his grandson plays the piece he’d made his own all those years ago.
A tear rolls down his cheek as his grandson plays the piece he’d made his own all those years ago.
Such a beautiful story, Keith . At least, he is lucky enough to hear his grandson play the same score that he had played all those years ago .
ReplyDeleteWhen I read these stories , I realise how I take my life for granted and let the years fly by , just like that.
Thanks for sharing this precious story .
Thank you so much for your generous words moon.
DeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much
DeleteI guess it's all those years of piano, but I went in a musical direction as well.
ReplyDeleteThere were several possible directions to take. Great minds and all that!
DeleteHow lovely that he has someone to pass his love of music on to.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks Annalisa
DeleteHi Keith - I'm sure many a grandparent feels this way ... that wonder of a passion passed on down the generations ... I could see it and feel it - though sadly it's not one of my accomplishments ... but I can dream and relate to yours here. Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteMy grandson has a blog and is a really talented writer. I think that's more of a coincidence than gift!
Deletegod! I hope we have an option on not feeling regret over our accomplishments as young(er) people. I do look back and think, 'damn! to be able to do (fill in the youth-centric activity)' But I hope I'll have done things with slow, discordant movements that make me feel good. ...like typing!
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I'm with you 100% Clark! Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteThe aging process is not a kind one for most of us, but we have the blessing of sweet memories, like sheet music, stored in our minds, and we remember when once we played well. I think this was lovely in a sentimental way of his favorite piece being passed on to his grandson to play, and in doing that his love for the music lives on. So very well done, Keith!
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts ae much appreciated . Thanks Josie
DeleteHeartwrenchingly beautiful. You've achieved the goal of every writer :)
ReplyDeleteHigh praise indeed! Thank you so much.
DeleteScore made me think of sports. So much for all those years of voice lessons. Nice story.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Score has to many meanings to choose from. Thanks Denise
DeleteThanks messy
ReplyDeleteThat was so touching Great stuff
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Marja
DeleteTouching!
ReplyDeleteThanks Reena
DeleteA bittersweet snippet, for sure. I'm so glad he's not alone. ~grin~ Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks Darla
DeleteTwo usages of the cue word! Nice! A bittersweet six.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Deborah
DeleteThat's one thing that bothers me about ageing, not being able to do what I once could....
ReplyDeleteMe too - so far so good! Cheers Shadow
DeleteLovely, heartfelt story. I/z
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