The soft notes fall over me, cleansing me with their purity. They tell a story that I can’t yet see.
A laugh bubbles up in the background from a teasing little brother as her long fingers stretch out for the chords that are set farther apart. The early evening light glowing through the large floor to ceiling windows picks apart the bones and knuckles dancing across the keys. I see her glance over at me to see if I’m still listening. I applaud gently, urging her to go on with a wide smile plastered across my face.
Catherine’s music continues to fall over me like a waterfall tumbling into a ravine that’s been empty for days.