You played the piano and I sat beside you.

I listened because it was beautiful. I listened because I loved you. I wound my yarn, I cast on a washcloth, while I knitted I listened, and the world was perfect.

My brother passed us and smiled.

"I guess this is what you two will look like sixty years from now, isn't it?"

I smiled in return.

Sixty years. You would be eighty, I seventy seven. Life behind us, not before us. My knitting needles would have seen many more projects, your fingers many more songs.

And you would play the piano and I would sit beside you.

I would listen because it was beautiful. I would listen because I loved you.

I would wind my yarn

And cast on

And while I would knit I would listen.

And the world would be perfect.

~Eurydice