Thank you to BeKindRewrite as always the Inspiration Monday prompts are wonderful.
This one’s a little weird, but oh well. The purpose of scribbling is to get stuff like this out of my system.
Fingers glided across the keys, not pressing, just stroking. No sound escaping. Running the length of her beloved instrument. Jane played through her scales again and tested the keys one more time. She inspected the yellowed sheet music she had insisted that she write. She never needed it. But it was necessary now.
Just make it through, just once.
She stumbled over the opening measures haltingly, with stubborn fingers. Looking up she scanned the piece again. It stretched before her endlessly, an impossible task that had to be done. But it wasn’t impossible. She had taught her how. She could make it through.
Two lines. One of her knuckles cracked. She stopped in embarrassment and lost her place.
Three lines. She half expected something to go wrong. It always went wrong. Stop thinking so hard! She scolded herself as a sour note erupted from the piano. Lose yourself in the music.
Jane focused on the melody. Her melody. Floating through the air while she pressed black and white. Beautiful. Now the harmony. Lose yourself. Melodies and harmonies didn’t matter here. Just play. Her ghost whispered softly, hiding in the notes.
Lillian. She’d come back. For a moment anyway.
I will, don’t leave me. Jane tripped another note. The music broke. Lillian flickered and disappeared. No!
She played more carefully. Smoothed out the song into a slower, more controlled rhythm.
Lillian was back. Smiling. Willing her to continue.
Don’t leave again.
She did. The pages turned, fluttering against her hand with every turn. She reached the final lines. They slipped out before they could be stopped. For Lillian.
The music is dead here.