Welcome, welcome! Life has been busy, and our elderly cat has taken to peeing on the floor in the hallway, and putting a cat box right next door to that spot didn't get him to stop. So I've spent some time now cleaning the hallway, and I'm putting plastic dropcloth down. He can go see a vet soon, but in the meantime, at least I can protect the wood.
But even if life is busy, and there's gifts to wrap, it's great to see you. I've just mopped the floor, and it has to dry, so why don't we head to the kitchen and grab a snack?
As I chatter, the house grows silent, and a thread of melody sounds. The music isn't intrusive. It focuses me, though, and I fall silent too, listening. A tall elf beckons us into the kitchen, not with his hands or voice, but with the music of his pan pipes.
Now that we're listening, he adds in harmonies. I can't tell how he's doing that, but he's a fairy, so I guess I can't expect to be able to learn to play music the way he does. Still, I'd like to. I make tea, and get out cookies and things, and set some in front of the Piper.
He plays a complicated phrase on the pipes, holding the notes as he gestures with his hand. Then he sets the pipes down, but the music continues. "I hate to do it this way for long," he says, "but a guy has to eat sometimes. And those cookies look good!"
I say, "Your music, it makes me want to listen, and to sing."
He smiles. "Sing, then, and listen. You need both at the same time to be part of the harmony."
"True enough."
He turns to you. "You can sing too, in voice or in your heart, and I'll add harmonies, harmonies for healing and growth, for creativity, harmonies to help you find your way. But you'll have to listen."
"To your music?"
He takes a bite of cookie, and the music soars. "To everything. To other people, to your dreams, to the world around you. My music is in all of them, even the difficult ones. Though the difficult ones have more trouble hearing me and harmonizing."
He finishes the cookie, and drinks down the hot tea in one long swallow. "Wow, that was a lot of words for me! Thanks for the snack." Then he picks the pipes up again and starts to play normally. He bows his thanks, and gives you a smile.
I think about so many more questions, but I think I know his answers. Listen, and try to create harmony. He wanders off, sill playing, and the echoes of his music remain long after he's gone.
The Piper
But even if life is busy, and there's gifts to wrap, it's great to see you. I've just mopped the floor, and it has to dry, so why don't we head to the kitchen and grab a snack?
As I chatter, the house grows silent, and a thread of melody sounds. The music isn't intrusive. It focuses me, though, and I fall silent too, listening. A tall elf beckons us into the kitchen, not with his hands or voice, but with the music of his pan pipes.
Now that we're listening, he adds in harmonies. I can't tell how he's doing that, but he's a fairy, so I guess I can't expect to be able to learn to play music the way he does. Still, I'd like to. I make tea, and get out cookies and things, and set some in front of the Piper.
He plays a complicated phrase on the pipes, holding the notes as he gestures with his hand. Then he sets the pipes down, but the music continues. "I hate to do it this way for long," he says, "but a guy has to eat sometimes. And those cookies look good!"
I say, "Your music, it makes me want to listen, and to sing."
He smiles. "Sing, then, and listen. You need both at the same time to be part of the harmony."
"True enough."
He turns to you. "You can sing too, in voice or in your heart, and I'll add harmonies, harmonies for healing and growth, for creativity, harmonies to help you find your way. But you'll have to listen."
"To your music?"
He takes a bite of cookie, and the music soars. "To everything. To other people, to your dreams, to the world around you. My music is in all of them, even the difficult ones. Though the difficult ones have more trouble hearing me and harmonizing."
He finishes the cookie, and drinks down the hot tea in one long swallow. "Wow, that was a lot of words for me! Thanks for the snack." Then he picks the pipes up again and starts to play normally. He bows his thanks, and gives you a smile.
I think about so many more questions, but I think I know his answers. Listen, and try to create harmony. He wanders off, sill playing, and the echoes of his music remain long after he's gone.