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Steps, down a hallway Empty to my eye I meander with no destination My feet are mere shadows of sound As I pass the first door Sweet music trickles forth I hesitate, then press my ear to the door A voice adds to the music, matching notes Letting her voice fill the room, floating effortlessly I pull away, burned Guilty of eavesdropping, I travel on Another door comes in my path Again, sounds move through the cracks There is a violinist inside, practicing Beautiful notes occasionally murdered by mistakes But never a cry of frustration, just a sigh and starting again I jerk back again, shaking my head and moving forward I don’t hesitate at the next door Pressing my ear against the wood I immediately recognize the sound of a guitar and drums They are a duet, naturally mixing tones Bass vibrates through my body as I experience their playing Suddenly the music stops and there is laughter Two hands clasp together in triumph Wrenching myself away, I stumble down the hall Collapsing in front of the final door No guilt left in me, I lean against it, listening For a moment there is nothing Then the soft sound of tears reaches my ears Amazed, I pull myself up to peek through a small window Inside, is a girl, holding a saxophone, her body bent in despair “I’ll never get it, no matter how hard I try.” I duck even lower as another body moves in the room “You will, if you want to and you keep trying, you will.” The girl nods, slowly wipes away her tears and brings the reed to her lips. Stunned, I pull myself up and away from the door Turning to look down the empty hallway Hot tears not unlike the girls prick the back of my eyes Behind each blank, wooden door there is a dream Some gaining, some failing, but all trying Behind each door there is courage and faith Behind each door there is love For themselves, for their music, for their dream I stand in the hallway, which is no longer empty to my eye Finally noticing the life around me And suddenly feel very alone. ---- 7/22/03 This was awarded an honorable mention in "Invalid Item"
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