Tonight, sitting in a chair that traditionally belongs in an office, at a desk, and not in a living room with a blanket on it, I paused in my book reading to focus on the music that surrounded me. My cousin was playing at the piano. He had gone through many pieces throughout the evening, and even in his current sitting. I had last paid close attention when he switched to “Für Elise” – not that I have anything against it, but I’ve heard it so many times, that I don’t often enjoy focusing on it anymore… plus, I was sitting in this same room as this same cousin learned to play this piece over a decade ago; I wasn’t in a mood to listen to him figure it out all over again.
But the current piece, now it was something different. It struck me as perfection in the moment. I was in a dimmed room, wearing my pajamas, reading while sitting in a comfortable chair, listening to perfect, full, live piano music. It was as though I were in a novel of Jane Austen’s, or something quite similar (only we don’t marry our first cousins these days, and I think they did back then…).
Once I had paused to take note of the piece, I couldn’t go back to my book; I had to sit and enjoy the piece fully. It was perfection in a scenario and in the music for that sort of moment. I felt filled with the understanding that anything is possible in my life, and comfortable with all that had happened in my day, as though this were a perfect completion and letting go of it all.
And then, I couldn’t help but document it somehow – this is how I want my life to be. This is the bedtime scenario I want more than once in a blue moon. Man, where are you? Or, at least, housemate, where are you? Come to me soon, please, and stay with me. I want this in my regular life. God, ready me as I need to be ready to have this in my (at least) weekly life, please.
Tonight was magic turned reality, and I loved it. I hope to dream this just-created, extended piano version of “La la lu” tonight.
Music is magic, when used properly. Remember that.