ADAGIO IN E MINOR

Good-byes can be sad and some seem to last longer than your heart can bear—, so I cry into my piano, she knows me.

I move up and press notes in succession— a sad phrase—a familiar minor motif. An adagio, unrehearsed, reversed succession,  notes that answer back, a haunting, consuming sadness playing itself out— over, over and over, again.

Sounds mirror my emotions, bringing back a simpler time, two children inseparably linked, fingers joined in the echoed chords that laughed or cried, at this moment unexpected to play, to shatter a sad silence with atonal sororities, dissonance, minors that sound an adagio.