In a Minor Key

Letting the keys run past underneath my fingers I sat there quietly facing the piano. There were too many memories here, I thought. Too many that flooded my mind reminding me of his once existence.
It had been weeks since I'd been been here. It had been for some time now that his death had occurred. Looking upon the black and white pattern that blurred with movement of his fingers, flashbacks came to me reminding me of the beautiful music he created and all those smiles we once shared together. I imagined his presence next me as I sat here alone searching for comfort. I wanted him here with me but the memory of his voice was what came alive within my heart.
He was a very talented musician. Words came to him with ease and he sang with such grace that always seemed to make time stop when I was with him. It was a beautiful feeling and I never wanted to leave it. However though it wasn't that exactly easy anymore to hold on especially after his passing.
His death brought me to tears thinking such things but I couldn't help myself I missed him terribly. He sang to me of his love for me here but knowing him he wouldn't want me to be like this. He would want me to be strong, he wouldn't want to see the tears streaming from my face.
Taking this to mind I wiped the tears away as I lifted my head slowly to see the music rack that held an array of papers with his simple, blocky handwriting. His life was practically written on these papers. His inspirations to how life should be.
Looking through them they made laugh, they made me smile, they gave me all sorts of mixed emotions. They reminded why I loved him but as I sat there thinking about it, did I ever thank him? I mean did things for him, but we're they ever meaningful? That's when it came to me, that's when something within me spoke.
Staring at the music sheets I muttered to myself softly as sunlight streamed through the windows, "That's what I'll do. I'll write a song for him."