The Music Room

Step back into the Victorian past and wonder; who sat in those chairs, what did they discuss, what music did they play? Like a ghost from the future, I am drawn to this portal, camera in hand.

I) I heard the music then, I pretend to hear it still,

soft melodic notes drifting through the maze of time,

emanating from a source both near and far, like an

echo that flows through the canyon walls, so that

I could feel the sound as it touched my soul, long

measures of wistful chords that lingered on and

drew me in. I felt compelled to find the source.

II) There is a place we can visit in the deep recesses

of our mind, where time and beauty gather, a haven

of endless fascination where everything is as it

should be, and no thought or memory is out of place,

here we are free to see the best of us, engage in

selfless conversation with the ones we love, and

the strangers we have come to meet, to listen or

dream as the moment requires, to revel in the

sound of a harp, as our fingers ripple through

the glorious strings, like a fresh breeze over water,

to feel the pulse of the piano, as the notes of a

beloved tune spring from the box, as our hands

float across the keys with divine purpose, and

when the realization comes at last, you know

what it means to be at peace with yourself.

I found this place once.

III) I have endeavored to return ever since,

to see her sitting there in her sparkling gown,

dressed as a princess holding court, a living

portrait of a timeless lady, her visitors come

and go, and with each conversation a new

revelation, set to some romantic melody from

that long forgotten age. I sometimes imagine

my presence as an unseen spirit, a quiet observer,

taking measure of the tranquility I can sense,

the magic of this place, the story of a vanished

age where we both belong, together, forever,

how I long to be in that room beside her, to reach

out and stroke her hand, to kiss her cheek, to

forever float on a sea of unrestrained happiness.

But alas, to my eternal dismay, my vision fades,

the music I so loved, no longer plays.