The Last Song

Sitting at the piano, watching out of the window a bird fly through a willow.

Sun beams shine through the branches.

Peace. Warmth.

Looking down at the keys, greeting them as old friends.

The melody flows, light and airy as the day.

Closing his eyes he sees her, 

Youthful. Glowing.

A single tear falls to his wrist.

This is his last spring, and he knows it.

This is all for her.

A surprise.

Imagining her delight, he pulls the melody forward from a future that doesn't exist yet,

A future where he does not exist.

Remembering their life, their love, the song is written.

Looking through the window, he smiles.

Though the song be not completed,

He is no more.

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Her. 

Staring through the same window at the same willow.

Spring.

Sitting at the same piano, reading his pages.

Her surprise. A parting gift. 

Unfinished.

Lifting her hands to the keys,

Parchment is transformed to song. 

She closes her eyes and absorbs the melody.

Light and airy. Unlike his style.

Smiling, she continues on.

Memories. Love. Him.

She finishes the piece, a blend of them both.

Joyful despite the sadness.

As if to say,

"It's okay. It was all so beautiful."