Snow

Dark Memories

This is just the piano version of Dream of Dreams by Brian Crain. There's a piano and violin duet on Crain's YouTube channel. This video represents Lilly's mother playing on the piano when Lilly was little.

~Lilly's POV~

Music filled in the spaces in my life. Music was the one thing that kept me going even through my mother's death. Every minute of my life, I hear her playing her favorite tune on the piano even though there was no piano in sight. I can't get it out of my head so I started playing  an instrument which was trombone. I loved it, it was magic when I made the first sound ever in 6th grade. I never thought I would ever play an instrument after my mother's death.

My mother was one in a million, she was one talented being that I've ever met. Sadly, she lost her ways when she found out my father had cheated on her so she played the piano more went to drugs and alcohol for comfort. The sound wasn't the same at all when she played. When she played the piano, the sound screamed of sadness and anger, it wasn't like her sweet and happy tone that was filled with love and joy. But I would still sit there and listen to her playing the piano even when the music sounded random.

There was one tune in particular that sounded so sad but happy. She played it vigorously but with mixed emotions that wasn't about revenge or sadness, it was more of hope and goals. I've never really understood it until I found the note on her bed saying 'bye.' The next morning, policemen showed up to my door saying my mother was drinking and driving and hit a car head on. I was only 8 years old by the time so they took me to my father but found out he didn't want me.

'I don't want this brat!' I could hear my father fussing at the police because he didn't want custody of me. After a while of arguing, my father's mistress came out to calm him down and told the police nicely that they both didn't want me. The police took me to the Tennessee Foster Care which a young couple that knew my mother, took me in.

Since then, I was treated like family and a human being that wasn't ignored. I was finally happy again but there was still sadness left in me. I couldn't move on with my mother's death nor any music that she didn't play sounded wrong until I heard a piano playing in the neighbor's house. The tune that was played was the tune that my mother loved so much. This tune that was being played now was just like my mother but less angered. I loved it.

Right next to my bedroom, there was a beautiful blonde headed girl playing the piano like she was in heaven. She had her eyes close while her body swayed to the music. The wind that came from the opened window slightly move her hair but she didn't mind, she kept on playing like her life was on the line if she stopped playing. I sat at the window, listening to the beautiful sound waves until it was abruptly stopped by the mistake she made when her finger hit the wrong note. She cursed out loud without knowing that someone was watching and hearing her.

I chuckled a little to loud since the girl looked over her shoulder to see where the sound was from. Her eyes went wide with fear ad embarrassment that it was a little funny to watch. "I didn't hear that! Please don't tell my mom that I cursed!" She begged with her hands clasped together in front of her. Her unique golden eyes wide as it can be with red surrounding the areas on her forehead and cheeks.

"Don't worry, I curse all the time," I found out later that she was in the same grade as me when I met her in beginning band in 6th grade. She was very good with trumpet and she also volunteer to do piano in jazz for a little while. The year that Max came to visit and stayed for the school year, was the year that the girl quiet band. That happen in 7th grade when the bullies targeted me because I was apparently 'ugly' to their agenda. I didn't know if they targeted her or not but she didn't mind when the bullies came into the gym locker to tease me. When they did bully me, the girl would throw a piece paper at them and ran. The paper would always have threats to threaten them which it did work. The threats she made was hilarious to me. She was like my guardian angel that protected me from the evil below.

Every night I would listen to her beautiful music that she played. It was just like when my mother was alive but the girl's tunes were a lot more calmer that my mother's. Since then, I wanted this girl to be known for her music but I don't want her to be like mother where she went off the deep end. My mother owned a music company one time and she also taught piano for beginners. She loved her job all the way until one day she went bankrupt and her students started to get less each day. My father didn't show much affection to both of us and he started to be gone a lot more. Then mom turned to drugs for comfort and also beating the piano roughly with her fingers. That is what I'm afraid of if this girl would be famous in the musical world.