There is a lack of music in my house. The dented saxophones have been buttoned up. The cello, due to an uninspired student, was rendered ornamental from the beginning, and has long since been returned to the rental store. Of the many guitars, most are missing strings, and they all rest on broken stands in various corners, collecting dust…muted. The keyboard in the family room hosts an empty glass of water and a plate that has been licked free of crumbs by my twelve year old dog. The violin which was acquired as an even trade for a viola that we inherited from a crazy aunt, is still in perfect working condition, but I rarely hear it played…whist.
A school district budget crisis eight years ago, which threatened our music program was the only fight against establishment that I participated in, and won. The music my children played, from the first honk blown into a horn, to a guitar duet—one of my girls plucked as the other strummed “One Tin Soldier” as a friend played maracas, those are bittersweet memories of days that were happy, and fleeting, although that fact is never realised until the days are long past. Those sounds piping through the opened windows of my old house were all beautiful, but it’s quiet now. Children grow up.
May 2, 2016, Daily One Word Prompt: Music~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/music/”>Music</a>