Resolutions

Back during the great dénouement, amidst the black & white photographs and piles of sheet music, a seed from the fire that started over two years ago took root and germinated, albeit hesitantly as though it were unsure of its existence.  It grew nonetheless, even when the clouds denied it sunlight.  But eventually, without sufficient nourishment, it began to wither.  And without a sufficient amount of will to survive, it died.  The leaves fell, leaving behind a black skeleton, the only vestige that it ever made it onto Earth.  Everything else remains unchanged and the question that loomed two years ago still looms today.

I feel as though I've lost a close friend.
How so?
He was killed by egoistic hedonism.  It's hard for me to accept that he's actually dead.
What if he was never alive to begin with?
Am I still blind?
Are you sure you were the only one?
[pause] But it still hurts.
Don't worry, it's nothing that time can't heal. [exit]

In front of the piano, my teacher resurrected an essence that had been lost in the fray.

"This is about love.  And when you deal with love, you cannot hold anything back."

For the New Year, I hope to win first prize in a competition, in addition to maturing more as a person and as a musician.  And before I die, I want to know Love.