SoCS – It Whispers My Name

It sits before me every day, whispering my name. When I was a child, I ran to it every time life got hard. It was my escape, my calm in the storm, my peace deliverer.

During our time together, no one else existed. There were no other voices to be heard and no one to see. We were in our own private world.

I would spend hours with it, just the two of us. On it, I would release all of my emotions, my fears. The two of us grew very close.

Then one day I walked away. I got busy with life, and forgot all it had done for me over the years. Of how it had always been there during my toughest times. I had left it alone, and soon it became a collector of dust.

Every now and then I would glance at it, as it would call my name. A few minutes here and there, we would spend together, but never like we did before.

We made such beautiful music together. Notebooks full of music were written, it being the source. It whispers to me now, to come back, to release my emotions once more.

Will I return to it? My piano, the object that whispers my name.

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This post is part of SoCS: https://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-3114/

This week your prompt will be “object.” Choose an object, or write about something you object to. Nouns and verbs don’t matter here at Stream of Consciousness Saturday. If you do go with the noun, try to include a picture.

Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.