The Spinet and the Music Stool
They were the words every lover dreads: I’ll always cherish our time together.
The spinet wanted to bellow out his misery, but his strings just gently vibrated with sadness. She was much younger; he’d always known their time together would be short, a song rather than a symphony.
But the new walnut pianoforte, with his rolling bass and piercing climax of high notes, his seductive dynamic range – it was too much.
Take care my love, whispered the spinet in moderated tones. May your heart be filled with happy tunes.
And his own heart broke within him with a jarring twang.
M J Lewis ©2016
Coming along very late to the party this week due to internet problems. I appear to be still in a Hans Christian Andersen mood – not sure why.