Music of Forever (7-Sentences)

A 7-Sentence Story ~

He was often fond of saying that when he met her he heard a pretty piece of music playing…though there was no orchestra, not even a piano soloist nearby.

But it didn’t matter; as in truth, it was his heart visualizing the memories they’d own after she said, “I do”, and lay in his embrace till they grew old.

He hummed the pretty piece of music at odd moments…as he came through the door after working; when he shaved; and while painting sunset after canvas sunset for her.

“You remind me of wind chimes,” she told him, stirring the steaming pot of spaghetti.

He chuckled, and fingered the tendril of nearly black hair falling beside her smile.

“I expected you to say ‘sunsets’,” he breathed.

Thirty years her senior, perhaps time had grim and greater significance to him…but then, who can say when “forever” begins?

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” ― Robert Browning

©Lazul Brightwing/Sapphire Sparrow, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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