Finding balance

It was the cold night of December and the sky was blazed with black fog, enough to cover the orb of night. The trees filled with crystals of ice, and nightly creatures snarling, grinning and foaming. But despite all the excitements, there sat a man, behind the tree. A man of about forties, with a vulture look and dreary hairs that moved like a wave all over his spine and his finger tips covered with barbed knife.

“Do you know this man?” Said Mr. William Gilbert to his companion for there usual nightly walk. His companion name was Mr. Thomson Acton and not surprisingly, he was filled with fear, and dislike for the man behind the tree, but he scarcely found the courage to say “No sir I do not”. “He was one of the richest man of England” said Mr. William with a sudden triumph. “His name is Mr. Richard rick, people used to call him rich rick. I still remember, he was a man of high reputation, and man of honor who brought people joy with his charming smile and his beatific nature and his love for the art of music. Everywhere he went this man attracted people like magnets would attract an iron. But if I am not mistaken about year ago, he had an accident in which, God save me from this hardship! He lost his family under a catastrophic car accident. As far as I know, and what I have read, this man had an over indulgence of liquor that day”. After these words none of the men had a word to say but to convey sympathetic comprehension. Both men walked silently until Mr. Thomson slowed down for a moment as he passed Mr. Richard and greeted him with a smile and offered him a place to stay in his chamber a few blocks away, but he refused the invitation with a shrug.

Few days had passed now after this incident, and Christmas was coming near. Every inch of London was preparing to celebrate the holy day, the day in which the earth was blessed with a miracle. It was the day for happiness, blessing, companionship, and most importantly a day for families to share a table. Within all the excitement, a man between the crowded streets walked toward a huge bungalow of which one could fancy heaven when looking at it. The main entrance door was of gold color, hidden behind two huge pillars. The garden leading to the entrance was like the Garden of Eden, filled with every species of plant a man had seen. It was the house of Mr. Richard rick.
The watchmen opened the door for his master and he stepped inside the house. Despite the greatness of the wealth the man possessed there was something that haunted him like a black shadow that envelops its creator. He took the curved staircase up to his room and sat in his bed, which didn’t seem to show any masculine habitation. He sat there watching out the window, feeling the cold breeze coming through the very little crevice in the window. He constantly thought of his family. He thought of the days he had smiled, the days when he kissed the soft lips of his wife and the charming face of his three year old son. A family the he had lost because of his own recklessness. He cried for a moment, his hands over his blue eyes and his cheeks filled with agonizing drops of cry and his body flattering like if his head had been displaced. Suddenly he heard a rather loud sound. He opened the window and looked outside to inspect and saw that it was coming from a music school near by, named The Music institution of London. It sound encouraged him to a sudden smile, a smile he had experienced few years back. It sound had given him courage to walk down his steers towards the school like the beating of drums that stimulates the soldier into the battle field. He ran and ran until he reached the entrance and opened the door to see a huge hall filled with every type of instrument a man had created.

Surprisingly for him, it was a day for the gathering of community for Christmas eve. There were children, adults, and senior giggling, smiling and enjoying the pleasing music in the background. “Please join us Mr. Richard” said Mr. Williams, who had never seen the men in such a triumph. He gladly accepted the invitation and thanked him for his kind offer.
It was a few hours after the beginning of the entertainments when suddenly every eye in the hall fell upon the men sitting behind the piano. His hands were shaking with fear rather then joy. His eyes wide open as if he had met his long lost friend. The man began with hitting a few buttons on the keyboard and then all of the sudden he began hitting, three, fours, and then a burst of notes. The hall was vibrating with explosion of notes, a rather pleasing sound that every one seemed to enjoy. But there was something strange about this man. His precision and his timing were out of this world. His face red- violet and filled with a stream of cry. He seemed like possessed by something. It was like he was running from something, like a soldier from a bullet on the battlefield. He seemed a creature from another galaxy, sitting on the chair and playing the music out of his senses. It was like each ring of the piano was a purification of his soul. Each ring of the music became a vein of his body to purify the contaminated heart. He played and played and the audience listened when suddenly, out of no were he dropped back into a normal range, and abruptly came to an end. The eyes of the audience wide open, the ears in perfect consciousness to capture the little of the residual sound left behind of the brilliant presentation. The men laid his head on the keyboard for a few second, then stand up and wipe his face with little contentment, and walked out towards the door.
“Mr. Rick that was astonishing performance you had there when did you learned such a talent” said Mr. Williams, as he ran to catch up to the man who was smiling as he walked back toward his house. “I don’t know” said Mr. Richard with a disbelief of what he had just done.

After that that, the man had changed. It was like had been redeemed of sins. It was like if he had found the balance in his heart and restored certainty in his life. He began to smile, and get back to his heart, but he still missed his family.