The day is ending and it was a mixed bag the way most days have been since you’ve been gone. It’s good to be with friends sharing meals, walking Nyack; it’s good to be productive, beginning my search for a new apartment in the future, it’s good to try and assemble a new lamp for the living room and then call Masis when it’s clear I won’t get too far. But my sadness always returns. I know, you aren’t happy to hear that. I know you don’t want to be the cause of my sadness but sorry, there’s so much to miss without you by my side.
But for now, I’m going to share something wonderful with you, something that will have you grinning.
Are you ready, Tuvia Rosenberg?
I returned to my guitar this morning. That’s right, for the first time in months and it felt good to have my fingers on the strings. Jonathan ran with my interest in taking on a fresh piece. He played a few possible choices and of course, I went with the piece in a minor key- El Mestre. Yes, it’s Spanish for the heart, for the broken heart, for the soul. You are my soul and this piece is for you and for me to fill my sadness with beauty.
I don’t have the patience to figure about the chords but Jon is used to that and included some fingerings that will make it easier for me to master this piece, small amounts at a time. Of course this is just an opening to return to my repertoire. Back to the Song of the Thief for this week. Slowly, I’m coming back to my music. Slowly.
Of course, I’m missing my audience. I’m remembering how much you loved it when I disappeared into my room to practice for an hour, sometimes even more when I lost myself in a piece. You would walk by the door and just stand there, sometimes gently pushing the door open, smiling into me.
And when put my guitar down and I returned to you you saw a different Bonnie, peaceful, calm- returning to you fuller. I hope playing music will give me even more peace as you listen somewhere.
Miss you T,