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Story Notes: "And then his fingers flowed…across the ivory…The music slowed, transforming into something softer, and to my surprise I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
"'You inspired this one,' he said softly. The music grew unbearably sweet…
"The song he was still playing, my song, drifted to an end, the final chords shifting to a more melancholy key. The last note hovered poignantly in the silence," (Twilight, pp 326, 329).
Lullaby
Whispers of a melody at the edge of my consciousness
Just a few notes strung together
Yet they won't go away
Floating near enough to tantalize
But just out of reach
Your face, your voice
Even in your absence, they're so real
Etched forever in my mind
I relive each moment
You smiling or gazing thoughtfully away
Or speaking my name
Sweet melody
My fingers search through the ivory
Rapidly, slowly
Looking for the notes, the tune
You
In the unguarded moments of sleep
When you first spoke my name
The shadows of doubt fled
I knew, and could not turn away
From the rocking chair of your infancy
You look so vulnerable
So fragile
So clean, untainted
To an ancient one like me
You are but a babe
Soft, warm
Unaware of danger
So trusting
A lullaby
That's what it is
The notes in my head hum of your sweet innocence
Your beauty
Your purity of soul
Everything that I am not
But there is more
My fingers find the sadness
The gifts I cannot give you
Eventual separation
Death
Now the lullaby is tinged with grief
The music speaks clearly now
Love and loss
Life and death
Inescapable
A haunting tune
Over and over my fingers caress the keys
Indelible
Your lullaby in my mind
And in my quiet heart
It is you
And me
I enjoy the fleeting moment
Watching you sleep
For a final dawn will come
And you will not be here
Like a child who grows up
In the blink of his mother's eye
One day you will leave me
Going where I cannot follow
And your lullaby will be fulfilled
And the rocking chair
Empty