"I'll just have to work on it a bit more, and I'll send you the recording so that you can tell me what you have in mind." My heart is about to burst with anticipation.
I didn’t expect that today would be such a productive day.
"Can't wait."
After I hang up the phone, I play the intro again on the piano, a big smile on my face. But then I stop when a voice interrupts me.
"I wonder what has made you so happy. Thinking about your husband, aren't you?" Luke appears at the door, still in his office suit, a playful smirk on his face.
I roll my eyes but can't help the small laugh of happiness that escapes from my lips. I must admit that I missed his narcissisticcomments. "You're early."
It's barely evening, but Luke has gotten home—not that I'm complaining about this.
He tosses his suit jacket onto the couch, striding toward me. I stand up from the piano bench and circle my arms around his neck, while his arms wrap around my waist.
He pecks me on the lips. "I couldn’t wait to see you again. I worked overtime yesterday, so I deserve to be early today."
Now it's my turn to peck his lips. "Well, you just made me even happier than before."
"Glad to hear that," Luke says. "How's your day today? Anything good?"
I smile, loving his attention. I feel like I should be the one who asks my husband that question first, knowing how tiring it must have been at his office.
"Yes, there's something wonderful," I say. "I've just composed a new song, and I've never been so happy about it. Would you like to listen to it?"
Luke grins. "Am I the first person to listen to it?"
I giggle. "You are."
"I feel honored."
I sit on my piano bench, but when I'm about to play, I remember something.
"I have to record the song too," I say, looking around for the recorder, which is lying on the counter near the shelves.
Luke notices it. "Let me get it for you."
I smile, watching as he walks to get it. Focusing my attention back on my piano, I take a deep breath and begin playing the intro again.
Then I start to sing, the lyrics escaping from my mouth, echoing in the air.
I wonder why this song feels so close to me even though it's just a random song that I drafted years ago that I can't even remember now.
My heart can feel each melody like it has been there for a long time, and my emotions just flow through it. I can feel the joy of winter and the sadness of leaving it.
Maybe it's because the lyrics are beautiful—I can't believe that I wrote it when I was much younger.
While I continue singing, the sound of something crashing to the ground startles me. I snap my head toward Luke, who has just dropped the recorder in his hand.
His eyes widen, disbelief skating all over his face.
I frown. He seems to be at a loss for words. I wonder what has gotten into him.
"How..." he whispers. "How did you get that song?" His voice is shaking. Slowly, he walks closer to me, still looking starstruck.
"It's unexpected, really." I shrug. "I found an old draft of lyrics in my email from years ago. I must have written it but then forgot about it."
Luke stares at me intently but then sighs—I don't miss the slight disappointment on his face though.
