Monday, December 27, 2010
The Best Gift
His hand old and worn.
Spotted and curled.
Missing it’s partner, unable to tickle the keys like it did in the past.
It sits in his lap longing to press into the ivory and fill the stale and sad air with music.
His hands are small and nibble.
Fresh and new.
Full of life and vitality. They need to move.
To explore the world.
To feel and fill and create.
Eager to learn. Delighted in the sounds made when keys are pressed.
They join together.
Young and Old.
Working as a team, teaching and learning.
Together the young becomes experienced and the old gets new life.
They are a pair, learning and loving.
It was the best gift.
For him, for them, for me.