Music

She had not played in a long time, so she hesitated a long moment. Slowly, with a feeling of reliving old times and the old happiness, she touched the instrument. Placing her fingers in the keys, and very, very softly, and very, very shyly, as if meeting a stranger, she played a note. Under her fingers she felt the instrument coming alive, warm and vibrating beneath her hands. It spoke to her, whispering, an inexplicable murmur that pulled her unresisting into itself. Once more, as she had done innumerable times before her world changed, she played a scale, smoothly, unhesitatingly, growing stronger and stronger. Unbidden to her mind rose the lilting song. "Your song," it whispered to her. "Play it, make me come alive again with the joys of the world before it was broken, and you let me fall, and your heart shattered." Lightly but firmly, her fingers pressed the keys, the music rising from her heart. Her lips were pursed, but her eyes glowed again with that forgotten joy as her fingers flew, filling the Forgotten Corners of Everywhere. It sang to her, and the love woke again in her heart. She played children's songs, the great works of the masters, and the melodies of creation. She played and played again, and then it seemed to her that the sun rose and fell, and the moon began to rise and the very stars to sing in counterpoint before she lifted her fingers or breathed again. And she knew joy, for the glory of her redemption had risen in her again, and her Savior sang to her through the music of her heart.