funny_herman | Rise, resty Muse...

I sit at the writing table in

klaviermusik's room while she is away, surrounded by stacks of sheet music and notebooks. It is quiet, save for the ticking of a small clock on the bookshelf, and the scratching of my pen across a sheet of paper. Perhaps I am being overly ambitious with this project, but I will persist until I convince myself that it is in any way futile. I just hope my Muses do not fail me when I need them.

I stop and reflect for a moment on the fact that I will be spending Christmas with the closest friends I have ever had in years. Other Christmases...most had passed as polite formalities. The people I knew and worked with were just so different. And I was different, too. Then again, had I given them (or myself) the chance, I probably would have grown close to any of them as much as I have grown close to the friends I have now.

My eyes are tired, and it is getting late. I hide my papers away until tomorrow. I climb into bed and wait for my love, still thinking of days gone by.