Day 3: Returning from The Concert

I sit impatiently as each pianist plays their two pieces in order according to the program. No doubt each of these students of music has worked hard to prepare it, but I only have so much tolerance for amateur piano playing. Perhaps if I was one of their parents, sitting eagerly in the front row with a video camera, I would be more entertained.    

After wading through an hour filled with the incessant rambling of notes by played by musicians who pick their noses, finally my sister takes her place at the keys to close the concert with Beethoven's famous Für Elise. How refreshing it was as the precision of each bar cleared the air of the mundane and repetitive music played earlier. For a brief moment, I shared unjustly in her glory as her brother.

A father and his daughter leave through the old mahogany door of a church with the closing of the  recital. She caries flowers, for this recital surpassed the others of previous years in importance; it was her last recital.

We step out of the church and into the fresh, summer afternoon air and all is right with the world.