Hollow hallways filled in glee. 7 am overture in full bliss. I rushed down the staircase. Catching a glimpse of sweet symphony.
Grandfather played in melancholy. Grandmother duets with her jeweled violin. I sat in awe across the kitchen. In hand a copy of Tchaikovsky’s silhouette.
Tunes of classic filled the room. Grandfather signaled to play a tune. In joy my little hands covered every tooth. Brightened with Seasons and Swan Lake.
It was a decade ago. Memories of concertos filled my empty mind. His grand piano now with dust. Her violin with cobwebs and little rust.
To play a little sweet symphony once again. Moments of yesterday cannot be redeemed. As I stood in my hand Tchaikovsky’s classics. I bid farewell to that era of mine.
