Never scheduled. Never announced. Never the same.
Music drifts down, swirls, and reminds me of years past.
During the winter months the impromptu sessions were deep, mellow tones of a baritone sax. The same passage – a few measures, a couple of bars – repeated as fingers and tongue build muscle memory.
This summer the favored instrument is the keyboard. Pleasant. Much better than the jerky, simple melodies of my childhood piano practice. I count it as a bonus the afternoon I tapped away on the computer and listened to a short concert, with variations on Greensleeves.
College begins later this month. They gain a music major.
I’ll miss the boy upstairs.
