Her Sound
The piano keys played in a delicate fashion. It brings me back to a time of her playing. She brought such sensitivity that lured the audience their attention even after the last note was played. She was bound for greater things. When I first met her, she was completing her master's degree in performance at a local university. We conversed time and again. It was her playing that melted my icy heart. I did not want to stop listening to her playing. I would come often to hear her practice. There were some days I would be late for my own classes because I would lose track of time listening to her. Those days were the best days of my life. I arrived at the recital with the motive to ask for her hand in marriage after the show. I felt an ominous atmosphere around the audience. Twenty minutes have passed, and the recital has not started. I found out that she was returning to campus to prepare for her graduate recital. Another driver had run through a red light, and hit the car on the driver's side. She died instantly from the impact of the crash. I did not want to believe it for the longest time after the incident. I would hear the phrase she would always tell me. "No matter the length of your composition is, always finish it." It did not matter if it was the amount of school work or creating a piano piece. You always finish your work. It seems kind of ironic that she was not able to finish her graduate program. I put her phrase into practice to help younger students with music lessons, and advance them to their greatest potential. I think now I can listen to her performances after everything that we have accomplished. Without her, I do not know where I would be today.