“Matyas, what are you doing?”
“Playing Liszt on a sad, old piano,” replied Matyas as he fumbled over the bass clef of an abandoned, battle-bruised upright.
“But, we are in the midst of battle.”
“I play anyway.” He culled from memory the patterns of finger play for the opening bars of the Hungarian Rhapsody. His lately unpracticed, nerve-frayed hands poking at the ivories with determination.
“You will alert the enemy.”
“Yes, to my humanity. I am not a killing machine. I am a man with a heart trained to do the unthinkable.” Matyas pursued the lilting, heart-felt movements with the passion of a man buying time, the tinny sounds of the broken piano resounding plaintively throughout the barren wood. A tear pooled in the corner of his eye. He wiped it away with the back of a dirty sleeve. “I must remind myself I am human. I must show the enemy I am more than a man in uniform.”
“But they will kill you.”
“Then let my last breath be the last note I play. Let me die in the rapture of the music I love.”
“You are a romantic fool, Matyas.”
“I know. Let that be written on my stone.”
©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2016
Free Write Friday
Here is today’s prompt, courtesy of Kelley Rose, for Free Write Friday:
” … what was that pivotal moment for you [in your life], and most importantly, how did it change you?”
Interestingly, I addressed this at great length in my last post ~ A Life Unravelled.
If I have to zero in on one life changing moment in my recent history, however, I guess it would be this.
A war-torn urban landscape
Potholed and Bullet-ridden.
Of blasted buildings.
I can’t look, yet
Of panic and pain.
Drafts me. Terrors
Revealed by another’s
Much like the great city,
Rebuild I must.
Peace with my
Heal my own
The broken city that forced me to face my broken self. A catalyst for positive change in my life.
One week in February 2009, amongst the physical and emotional scars of the war torn. Evidence of the Siege of Sarajevo everywhere to be seen.
Panic attacks the reverberations of my own inner battles rising to the surface; stating cases I could no longer ignore.
Buoyed by the spirit and quiet strength of the citizens of that ancient city, and with professional help, I rise to the challenge of reclaiming my life.
Thank you, Sarajevo.
Thanks for visiting …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013