A Love So StrongA Story by Anita Harris “A love.” She would say. “Fills my heart when I hear music.” I rolled my eyes at the cliché saying. Everyone was in love with music. But why? I didn’t understand. I would watch her play her instruments for hours. Her head bobbing as her spirit was lifted. Why was music such a big deal? I didn’t understand. I didn’t feel it Until she was gone. When my mother died, there was an unbearable pain they filled my heart sometimes. Even though it had been years since she left. Sometimes I swear if I close my eyes and listen hard enough…I could hear her playing. I could feel the rush she did when she plucked each string of her instrument. Her dying opened a part of my heart to a love that I could never explain. That I could never imagine. A love for music. Though I could not play myself, just listening was enough. To me, it was one of the world’s best creations. To me, music was a piece of something I didn’t have anymore. A mom. Oh how sometimes I missed her. I missed her badly, but I would close my eyes and listen to her play. I could feel my heart beat faster, my breathe hasten. I could feel each note, I swear! Each beat, each measure, each string, and instrument filled my soul to the brim. I could sit for hours, just like my mother, and listen. Just to feel happy. I remember she would say, “One day you will hear it. One day you will feel it running in your veins.” She was right. I guess mother does know best. I let a tear slip from my eyes as I put in a cd of her playing. I try to push back the bulge in my throat that restricted me from full -out bawling. I closed my eyes and took in a breathe as the music welcomed me. It pulled me in. When I closed my eyes and listened I could see my mother. I could see how happy she was, and that made me happy. That made me smile. So do I take back not appreciating the music when she was still alive? Absolutely. But I can’t take it back. All I can do is listen, feel and reminisce. I didn’t understand. What she felt. What she heard. What made music so special. But now I do. My mother has opened up my heart and soul to something so magical and peaceful., so inspiring and uplifting. Something that everyone can understand. Something that could bring us all together. And that… I did understand.
© 2012 Anita Harris
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3 Reviews Added on January 11, 2012 Last Updated on January 11, 2012 AuthorAnita HarrisHIAboutHello there! My name is Anita. I reside on the west side (Hawaii). Writing is my passion...along with many other things. I'm a very optimistic person, but some of my writing may seem a little on the d.. more..Writing
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