Into my Eyes

The room is dimly lit, yet cheerful, with photos and bits of color here and there. The patient is resting in the corner recliner, curled up, quiet, her daughter on a couch at the far end of the room. I have played for them before and they are welcoming. "It has been a rough week. We could use some of this." They request 'Amazing Grace'. I play softly and with relaxed phrasing. They are beaming quietly when I finish. I continue with 'His Eye is on the Sparrow', then offer to play something she can doze off with, my composition, 'Breathing Song'. She is asleep, dozing quietly. Her daughter thanks me in sign language and I try to sneak out. She wakes just long enough to say thank you into my eyes.