...a story to share (p. 180)
I’m at the Salvation Army thrift store
standing in line to purchase a small
dresser I’d found to help organize
what is my clothing chaos.
And I see him.
If one were to judge him by appearance,
they might say he had run out of luck
long ago and spent much time amongst
the out of work and possibly
even the homeless.
So it was a bit odd to see him walk over
to the somewhat dilapidated looking piano
that was sitting by the door – begging
for a nice place to call Home.
He approached it slowly,
touching the old wood as
if touching the hand of
a fine elderly Lady.
He sat down on the bench,
which gave a small creak and
sigh of pleasure for the attention.
The sound of keys a bit out of tune
began to ring out quietly at first, as if
afraid of what he might or might not hear.
He looked furtively around him
- perhaps wondering if someone
might at any moment tell him to stop.
Tenderly and gingerly at first,
considerate of the aged keys
his tune began to breathe.
I caught a surprised smile cross
the faces of a few around me as
what started out as shy hands began
moving across the keys with an
experience well hidden beneath
the baggy coat and worn sleeves.
It was beautiful how quickly
the fires of passion overcame
any fear and trepidation.
His fingers floated freely now
across the keyboard –
oblivious to all but the music
in his soul that would not
be denied this moment.
It was magnificent… moving…
it was almost surreal that it was
happening before my eyes.
When at last the piece released,
and the final notes satisfied -
his eyes closed for a moment
and all around him was still.
He quietly closed the lid, his brief
ebony and ivory affair over,
and melted back into the midst
of his unsuspecting audience.
I paid for the furnishing that was
being given a second chance,
and thought about this miracle of music.
How often do we pursue our passions?
In what moments do we cast off
our inhibitions and reservations to
finally face and embrace the song
we so often stifle in our heart?
Why do we choose
to play the practical and
follow the sensible and safe?
Time after time we are timid
with the dreams we hold within
and never allow them to blossom
or become the star of our Show.
I do not want to wait until my
best years are gone to finally
play my part and sing my song.
Stop the noise around you
and face the silence.
Finally hear those shut out voices;
the pleas of your heart & soul
that yearn to be set free – and
follow the dreams you find there.
The world awaits your arrival…
YOU are the lead in this play of Life;
YOU are the conductor and orchestrator.
Act like it.
Stop waiting to see what comes next.
Stop trying to get the lines just right.
Do not let the curtain close
before you realize this
was no dress rehearsal.
There is nothing of
tangible significance that
separates the most successful
from the most desperate;
from those who have what
they desire and those who are
still just hoping and wishing.
Stop wishing on a star; realize
YOU ARE THE STAR .
I want to see you shine –
Let us hear your song!
The world is your audience,
the admission has been paid;
we await the performance
of your Life that IS your Life.
You will be brilliant, my friend.
Of that I have no doubt…
from the story @ p. 180:
"Let me hear your Song; play me your Music…"