My small apartment, the one I’ve lived in for the past forty-five years, faces the green space just on the other side of the hedges. There is a small gazebo that I can see from my bedroom window and when my wife and I first moved here, every Friday and Saturday night, the gazebo was used as a bandstand.
Sometimes a folk group would be featured. Sometimes a pop band, or a small classical ensemble. Even a polka band or an old fashioned barbershop quartet would perform every once in a while.
My wife and I would bring a bottle of wine, some French bread and cheese, and lay it all out on a blanket as we sat out under the stars enjoying the delightful music. And sometimes, we’d even wind up dancing to the irresistible rhythms being played by the musicians.
Those were simpler times back then. Maybe about a decade ago, though, the gazebo turned from a place for lovers to enjoy music on peaceful, starry nights, to a hangout for drug dealers and their late-teen and twenty-something customers. The whole bandstand nature had shifted from a lovely place to spend time to a place to be avoided. My wife and I very much missed our evenings at the bandstand. What a shame.
She died around a year ago, leaving me alone with my memories of our life together in our small apartment by the green space. I often reminisce about our weekend evenings listening to music at the bandstand. But last night, I was awakened near dawn by the sound of music coming from the direction of the gazebo. I looked out of my bedroom window and saw lights shining at the bandstand. I also saw ghost-like figures playing their instruments.
I got out of bed, put on my robe and slippers, and stepped outside. I walked, almost as if I were floating, through the hedges and toward the bandstand. The music grew louder and I could see the musicians, still ghost-like, shadowy figures, making beautiful music.
And then I saw my beloved wife, dressed in white robes, beckoning me to come closer to her. I heard her angelic voice telling me it was time to join her at the bandstand once again. As I approached her, the angelic music of the band played on. And I realized that my heavenly wife and I were together once again, this time for all eternity, listening to music at the bandstand we both loved so much.
Written for KL Caley, #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley.