Within a world of dreams, I sat before a long grand piano that faced a window. Outside were mountains and trees covered with ice and glistening reflections of the sun. Inside, the walls and floors were white and gray stone covered with tapestries, large rugs, and ornate furniture. I composed a song, as I thought of my wife. It seemed that she had passed on. My heart was scared, but unbroken because beside me, my daughter stood and leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt as if she held me together with her arms as I played on.
When I woke, it seemed as if I had fallen asleep, for the other world seemed more real than this one. The same day, I bought a piano that I could not play. Within a day, I played the song from the dream. When I played the original song, I felt as if I had lost everything. In this life, I have never had a wife nor a daughter. It is a strange thing to miss people I have never known, play an instrument I had never played, and write a song that reminds me of a dream more real than anything I have ever seen.
By Thalen Kane