Happy & Sad

SOC Writing _ 28th August

Happy & Sad

We sat side by side on the piano stool in the dark, high roofed lounge. There was joy in this duet – sister and brother in the parent’s domain. Our own place to play – to re-join the world of children – feel the connection and ecstasy of music. Happy and sad – major and minor – a piece of halves – you sit to my right – I your left – look to each – we begin – and begin over and over we must. Our lives like the simple song Felicity Gay, gave us – whiskers on cheek – the grand in her room of music and noise – us on the couch waiting our turn – the teenager years unfurling before us – before none of us could say ‘boo!’ We were in a tumult of adult world – flung apart – across globe and sea – you in the pub and me, well, at sea in the school of bible and becoming – always, always seeking my north star - the gaze of the sibling is an immense gaze – the knowing and knowing – the want to be known – shown what life is for – how then to play again – sit, still find you fingers in that black and white tower and press the curls of your hand like only the hominids can. The precious place of music and duet – of sound and smile – the synchronistic dance across a flat, choppy surface. We finish – called to set the table, feed the chooks, bring in the wood. Dad is in the darkening distance and his dogs running madly – mum is caught in the witching hour – I have no idea who or what or where my brothers are – but I know where you were little sister - by my side – in the sound of our happy, in the cloud of our sad. Alone, together – making way, making waves in our world of these adults. Resplendent lives, breath – hoist and throw the anchor out when you have reached deep water – there dive and take full catch of the plenty that is promised you – both divine and sublime – the starry gods and goddesses above you – the rich war chest of your own beating heart inside you. Even as you reach your end – you are not leaving – you are just arriving.