But what came out in that dusty old piano was a clearly melody of "Time Of My Life" a song I had never played as perfectly as I had sung it in that night. I felt some current in my soul that I had the night in she's released power into me and I would have sworn for a time that I heard her voice singing.
I suddenly stopped and the notes echoed into the darkened halls of the house, stirring something. Something that whispered my name and touched my cheek and brushed my lips with a sweet caress.
I left there knowing I would return. Soon.
And I did.
Once I'd graduated college, I disvowed the ritual practiced by my friends and the reast of the town's youth, leaving home, never to return, I managed to place myself as music teacher in the local school system.
And moved into the old Weiler place, which is where I still live. I wish I had been able to know her as an adult, for I had come to understand her power and her love for me and music. I came to feel what she had msut felt when a beautiful melody touched her heart and soul. I still feel her and smell her in the halls of this house and I feel the magic she once gave to me on the stage of our little school.
I take that magic everyday with me and when i teach a little one who shares, however, the power that Mrs. Weiler had upon me, I give to that child all i have, thinking that thing that once took me and that still lives in my old house. It doesn't like light, but loves dark, in evenings I walk with it and sing or play the piano or the guiter or whichever instrument tha brings it pleasure. It prefers old things, so I don't change the furniture.
And I still remeber those times when I was a child and heard Mrs. Weiler's voice at night, but didn't understand.
Of course, I am older now and understand so much more. And though most of the children don't understand , there are those few who one day will. Those are the ones whon I focus to pass the spirit that Mrs. Weiler passed on to me. I can do this, I have that power.
Because I am a witch.
Obviosuly.
