Love Letter
This semester I'm taking a basic writing class. Our first assignment was to write a love letter to some (non-living) thing. I chose to write about music. I may have embellished my memories a bit, but I like how my paper turned out. My dearest Music, When I was young, my oldest sister would sit down on our rickety old piano bench, and place her fingers on the yellowed chipped keys of our well-loved piano. First a simple melody, then beautiful harmonies emanated from the scratched and abused instrument. Then, from every corner of my home arose voices (my father’s base, my mother’s alto, the tenor of my older brothers, and the myriad of sopranos and altos of my many sisters) in remembered or improvised harmonies, each blending nearly perfectly with the next. Before I was even old enough to remember, I was joining in the song as much as my small voice could manage. It was in those earliest days of my life that I fell in love with you. Even now, many years later, you are still...