music

He played the harmonica in
the dark. He played quiet and he played
low and he used his heart and soul. No one else knew,
of course,
until one night, when his neighbor, Maddye, couldn’t sleep
and heard and listened all night, until he was finished, and woke the next morning still hearing
the plaintive,
haunting notes, and began to weep, silently, then smile, then
proceed next door, knocking twice and, when
he answered, wiping at her eyes and asking him if
he could teach her to
play, and he said yes, if she had
a soul, and she said
she did. And she
was right.
She
did.
Beautiful music. The way
music
is supposed to be.