A little bird, perched on a window sill, silent. It was spring, the sun was shining bright, food was plentiful and still the bird didn't sing. The boy who owned the sill the bird was perched on was saddened by this, he ha never seen a bird that wasn't singing on a day like this. He supposed the little bird might have a good reason (perhaps it had its tongue cut out like that unfortunate sparrow in an old legend) but, in any case, the boy was suddenly struck by an idea. A wonderful little idea. He' play for the bird and maybe it would sing along!
So, he raced across the house to the music room, where all the family's instruments and music sheets were stored, grabbed a long, irregularly shaped black case and ran all the way back to his room, not even thinking of the possibility he might scare the small bird away. Of course not, he was five and planning on growing up to be the best pirate to ever sail the high seas, and so, the world revolved around him- the bird wouldn't be gone simply because he didn't want it to be. Lo and behold, the bird was still there watching the doorway with a cocked head, almost as if waiting for him to come back.
"Hey birdie, I'm going to play you a song so you sing an' be happy like the rest of the birds!" And the little boy with his bright young eyes, ark curling hair, and a blue scarf much too large for his little neck, brought out a beautifully polished, dark-wood violin and set about playing an equally beautiful song with a mastery that was quite astonishing for such a young child. Small five-year-old fingers reached and strained for the notes desired, but no discomfort showed on the boy's softly smiling face. The bird didn't sing at first, it only seemed to sway to the sweet melody. People passing by under the open window, for the boy's room faced the street, slowed or even stopped altogether to listen as well, so wonderful it sounded. The people that stayed swayed as well, each in time with their temporary neighbor's gentle to and fro.
The bird, sensing the boy's innocent happiness at simply making music in the only way he knew how, was infected itself with cheer and began singing along, and the two made music for at least ten minutes more. And then the bird seemed to remember it had important things to accomplish that day and flew off, the boy continued playing for its retreat. Sighing happily the boy picked up the violin case and carefully put away his most precious instrument, content for the time being.
The bird never came back again, but every time the boy, now a man, hears birdsong he has a near irrevocable urge to play no matter the time of day... or night. Occasionally it angers his flatmate, but usually he only sways and listens to the music.
Well, I hope you liked this, you can also read it on my DeviantArt account along with the comic I drew that goes with it. My profile is samanthakh .deviantart .com and it should be pretty easy to find.
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