It took 30 years to do it. Finally, I bought a place to keep my tools. They had been in buckets, drawers, baby tool boxes, ammo boxes. WillyNilly. Now they will be in one place. So I buy a box to make my other boxes obsolete? Reminds me of the proliferation of storage units. If you got so much shit that you need to store it elsewhere, then that just means you got too much shit. Do I have too many tools? I won't know until I start 'the consolidation'. Will I know then? #smallstories
@tellio
I opened the door of our small tin shed in the backyard. He had moved one of my storage tubs into the shed and it was angled, oddly, on top of other things. Inside I saw the outline of written music.
Many memories flooded back. Music played, sessions with others, learning, teachers, scales, emotions, sharing music with others. I wondered why I kept the cello music. I no longer had that instrument now.
I could not throw it out.
I softly closed and locked the tin door.
#smallstories
If I listen,
closely,
I can still
hear
what has
now gone
quiet:
my fingers
follow
the melody
across the paper,
tiny notes with
pencil marks
in a child's hand,
each notation
another reminder
of the way
the Past always seems
to harmonize
with the Present.
a #smallpoems remix of a #smallstories by Wendy (I hope you don't mind -- your story resonated with my childhood musician self)