I held my fingers over the keys waiting for a song to come to my aid and grace me with its harmonies. It hadn't come to me much in the last 3 weeks. I couldn't think of any music, any pattern, any rhythm. I was lost in my own mind, hiding in its dark folds. Now, why I couldn't say, I couldn't ever tell why my muse left me. But alas It did time and again. My hands fell into my lap and sighing as I stood to walk out of the room, I headed for the door. The knob was cold to the touch, the brass draining my body heat away from me.
The halls were empty and dark, the moons borrowed beams flowed in from beyond the trees. As I held out my hand I let my finger trace along the walls feeling the wallpaper and paint under my hand. The door to the kitchen was just to my right as I came back to reality and I slipped into the room and sat upon a well-worn chair, resting my head on my hands, I gave in to my own tired mind.
When I awoke my glasses were off and laying on the table about 5cm from my nose and I had a blanket covering my shoulders. I heard humming and smiled, who ++else would have done it? She made the air swirl in my direction as she turned to head for the fridge and I could smell her perfume mixed with the food as it graced my face.
Unmoving I heard and felt the clank of plates being set down on the table, the smaller sounds of the cutlery following it. I reached up and grabbed my glasses putting them on and sitting up. I yawn stretching in the chair, my cravat being lose I tighten it.
"Good morning Hungary," walking behind her I grasp a cup of coffee steaming on the counter. She turns and smiles at me.
"The same to you Austria," she seemingly ignores me and goes back to the food as I sip away at the mornings dark dew.
I smile into the bitter drink, thinking. I may have met many before but she can allways brighten my day more than any music. And with that I stride away and into the piano room sitting and playing a melody that I had long forgotten.