Sitting here, back to the seat, face towards a walkway where students walk back and forth. My feet are propped up on a chair. A zip lock bag contains nice and fresh baby carrots to the left of my computer. A book bag on each side of me. Pen and paper out and ready to study.
I turned on my Pandora station and plugged in my headphones. I selected the William Joseph station which has a nice assortment of piano music that fills my ears and fades away the chatter and laughter of those around me. Then suddenly out of no where my heart stopped. A Jon Schmidt came on.
Memories flooded my mind. Memories of laughter and tears. Memories of exchanging secrets and comforting hugs. I closed my eyes just a second ago, fighting back the tears. When my eyelids squeezed together it was like I was in the piano room again, listening to my friend play. Sprawled out on the floor, doing homework and listening to her fingers majestically touch each note so softly, but so intensely goosebumps would often cover my body. Jon Schmidt will always have a special place in my heart. And even if every time I hear it, my stomach aches and my eyes began to speak for my emotion, and slowly let tears slip down my face. He will remind me that I had a great friend. We had fun times, and wonderful memories. Jon's music will remind me how life changes so quickly . Good or bad. The arrangement of his notes reminds me of the arrangement of life. Sometimes sounding so random but when all put together, sounding and making complete beautiful sense.
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