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A PROMISE OF MUSICis going to the symphony, no matter that it is a memory that drives her, no matter that the baton was raised fifty years ago. Her sparrow bones show through the thin gown; she is up now, needs to find the blue dress, the strand of pearls, the white shoes. After the concert she will drink mimosas, savor the melodies, imagine the composer weaving a web of sound so beautiful it has survived two hundred years. So beautiful that though half a century has passed, it still rings in her ears. We help her back to bed, wondering what music we will hear when the curtain falls on our lives.
Michael Gullickson
Burnet, Texas |