I last connected with my hubby via piano music. A harsh wall note from hateful neighbors ruined that delight. After discovering the truth, my granddaughter made amends, leaving those entitled neighbors confused.<\/p>\n
Oh, Thalion, did you adore it today, darling? As my fingers left the ivory piano keys, the final notes of \u201cClair de Lune\u201d filled my comfortable living room as I asked gently. The framed portrait of Thalion, my late spouse, caught my attention. Throughout our 50-year marriage, his gentle eyes twinkled back at me.<\/p>\n
My tabby cat, Cressida, lay lazy by my feet, purring. As I delicately lifted Thalion\u2019s portrait, I scratched behind her ears, feeling the old sorrow in my chest.<\/p>\n
I miss you, sweetheart. Five years have passed, yet sometimes it seems like yesterday.<\/p>\n
I muttered, \u201cTime for dinner, my love,\u201d kissing the chilly glass. Okay, I\u2019ll play your favorite before bed. \u2018Moon River,\u2019 always.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I laid the frame down, I nearly heard Thalion\u2019s warm laugh. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he said, \u201cYou spoil me, Elowen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shuffled to the kitchen, stopping to stare at the piano, my faithful friend for 72 years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would I do without you?\u201d Running my palm along its glossy surface, I muttered.<\/p>\n
I mumbled, \u201cGoodnight, Thalion,\u201d into the blackness of bed. See you in dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n
The following morning, a harsh window rap shocked me as I was listening to Chopin\u2019s \u201cNocturne in E-flat major\u201d. My fingers fumbled when the music stopped.<\/p>\n
A red-faced guy scowled at me through the glass. My new neighbor.<\/p>\n
He screamed, \u201cHey, lady!\u201d muffled. Stop that noise! Your pitiful plinking keeps the neighbors awake!\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him incredulous. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I said, despite a little voice in my brain protesting. None of my neighbors had complained before 11 a.m.<\/p>\n
The guy stomped away, shaking me. My refuge seemed polluted when I closed the piano lid.<\/p>\n
I closed all the windows before playing the following day. Muffled and limited music, but I thought it would preserve the quiet.<\/p>\n
My doorbell rang insistently fifteen minutes into Beethoven\u2019s \u201cMoonlight Sonata\u201d. Answering with a sorrowful heart.<\/p>\n
Pinched-faced lady scowled at me. \u201cListen here, old lady,\u201d she blasted. The grave calls, and you\u2019re still hammering on that piano? Stop the noise or I\u2019ll report you to the HOA!\u201d<\/p>\n
I just realized she was my new neighbor\u2019s wife then.<\/p>\n
It felt like a smack. \u201cI\u2026 I closed all windows,\u201d I answered softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, not enough!\u201d She snapped, heeling. \u201cStop making noise with your stupid piano!\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears filled my eyes as I leaned against the door. \u201cOh, Thalion,\u201d I muttered. How should I proceed?<\/p>\n
His sweet but forceful voice nearly reached me. You play, Elowen. You play passionately. Do not stop for anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the piano, my fingers hovered over the keys, but I couldn\u2019t push down.<\/p>\n
Day after day, I tried everything. I pasted cardboard over the windows, played in short spurts, and pondered relocating the piano to the basement to be quieter.<\/p>\n
However, nothing satisfied my new neighbors, the Grinches, as I\u2019d called them in my brain.<\/p>\n
My heart ached at the prospect of losing my beloved instrument, even by staircases. This piano was an extension of my spirit, a live link to Thalion and our existence together.<\/p>\n
While playing the piano that night, I forgot about those annoying neighbors and immersed myself in the music.<\/p>\n
I tended my tiny herb garden outdoors the following morning. The sight froze me.<\/p>\n
The wall was spray-painted with rude red lettering \u201cSHUT UP!\u201d<\/p>\n
Went to my knees and cried. I can\u2019t do this anymore, Thalion.\u201d<\/p>\n
First day in decades without touching my piano.<\/p>\n
Holding Thalion\u2019s picture, I sat on his recliner at night. My darling, I\u2019m sorry. No longer strong enough to fight.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phone\u2019s loud ring interrupted my thoughts. Fumbled for the receiver.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom? \u201cIt\u2019s me,\u201d my son Lysander said warmly. How are you?<\/p>\n
I struggled to hold back tears. I\u2019m OK, dear. A peaceful day at home.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause. \u201cMom, you sound bad. Is everything okay?<\/p>\n
I groaned, pondering telling him my problems. Really, it\u2019s nothing. A few difficulties with the new neighbors.<\/p>\n
\u201cIssues? Kind of issues?<\/p>\n
I shared everything that happened, including complaints, threats, and damage.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what to do, honey. I feel lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
Oh, Mom, why didn\u2019t you tell me sooner? We could have helped.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to worry you. Your life and troubles are yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
You\u2019re never a burden, mom. Never. For years, your music has provided delight to many. Remember those Christmas parties? You performed in school recitals? \u201cYou\u2019re a treasure, not a nuisance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Listen, I\u2019m calling Seraphina. She\u2019s closer. She may check on you. We\u2019ll work this out together, okay? Lysander ended.<\/p>\n
A glimmer of optimism appeared as I hung up the phone. My situation may not have been unique.<\/p>\n
Days passed slowly. Unused, my piano gathered dust. I felt deteriorating.<\/p>\n
A loud knock awakened me from my depression one evening. When I answered the door, my granddaughter Seraphina was smiling warmly.<\/p>\n
Surprise, Nana! She shouted, hugging me tightly.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened in terror as she drew back. \u201cNana, who damaged your wall?\u201d<\/p>\n
Between sobbing, I let out the full thing. Seraphina\u2019s face deepened with each syllable.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Nana,\u201d she said, guiding me to the sofa. \u201cHow dare they hurt you? Have you reported them?<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to fuss. My dear, it\u2019s been very difficult. That piano is all I have of your grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seraphina cried. \u201cI know, Nana. We\u2019ll solve this, promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d In despair, I begged. \u201cThey hate my music. They detest me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seraphina reassured me by holding my hands. They can stick their hate up their butts, Nana. Not even they know you. These spoiled brats will understand the consequences of messing with the wrong pianist!\u201d<\/p>\n
Seraphina was busy the following day. She called, purchased supplies, and even recruited my longtime neighbors.<\/p>\n
\u201cNana, we\u2019ll teach those Grinches respect.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seraphina placed tiny speakers in the boxwood shrubs beneath the Grinches\u2019 windows that evening.<\/p>\n
She grinned at me as their vehicle entered the driveway. \u201cShowtime, Nana!\u201d<\/p>\n
After the Grinches left, the hidden speakers played gentle piano music, barely audible. Confused, they ran out. Then the music switched to dog barks and automobile sirens.<\/p>\n
I laughed as I watched them rush about looking for the noise.<\/p>\n
Seraphina smiled triumphantly. \u201cAnd now, for the grand finale,\u201d she added, hitting a red remote control button.<\/p>\n
I heard the strangest fart noises ever. I laughed so hard I cried.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeraphina!\u201d I gulped between laughs. \u201cYou\u2019re awful!\u201d<\/p>\n
Her embrace was tight. \u201cNobody bothers my Nana. Additionally, a little revenge never hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I enjoyed seeing the Grinches desperately scour their yard. \u201cThank you, sweetheart,\u201d I whispered. \u201cFor reminding me to defend myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
The following morning, a team came at my residence. They started turning my piano room into a modern soundproof studio, surprising me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you can play whenever you want, Nana,\u201d Seraphina squeezed my hand. \u201cNobody will tell you to stop again.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the workmen finished, I sat at my polished piano. My fingers shook as I touched the keys, yet playing felt like going home.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes and felt Thalion\u2019s presence while \u201cMoon River\u201d played.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my girl,\u201d he nearly said. Play on, Elowen. Play on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wine-holding Seraphina danced around the room. \u201cYou rock, Nana!\u201d she said. \u201cGrandpa would be proud.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the final chords faded, I looked at her in tears. \u201cThanks, honey. You restored my voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Nana,\u201d Seraphina kneeled beside me. \u201cYour voice is always there. I helped you recall it.\u201d<\/p>\n
All too soon, Seraphina left. She gave me the remote control-like gadget in the driveway while waiting for her cab.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust in case those Grinches act up again,\u201d she smirked. \u201cOne press, fart city. I doubt you\u2019ll need it. Nana, the neighbourhood supports you!\u201d<\/p>\n
Hugged her fiercely. \u201cI adore you, Seraphina. Thanks for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I adore you, Nana. Promise to keep playing despite what others say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI promise,\u201d I answered confidently.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed as the cab drove away. My son texted, \u201cHow are you doing, Mom? Seraphina revealed everything. So proud of you. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Smiled, tears in my eyes, I replied back: \u201cI\u2019m doing better than in weeks. Thanks for supporting me. I love you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Turning back to my home, I thought I saw Thalion with arms outstretched, inviting me to play the piano.<\/p>\n
I brushed away a happy tear and entered, shutting the door. The piano was waiting, and I would play this time.<\/p>\n
I felt entire again as I touched the keys. My house and heart were filled with music. Something told me Thalion was listening, laughing, and dancing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one\u2019s for you, my love,\u201d I muttered, lost in our favorite song. \u201cAnd for our family, who never abandoned me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Airborne \u201cMoon River\u201d notes. I felt stronger than ever playing with the affection of people I loved home and abroad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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