Whispering Melodies

I had a dream last night. Day was slowing fading to night and my eyes deepening in sleep. I woke up and it was dark. I woke up in a large house with plenty of people. The creatures would be coming soon. We needed to lock the doors and board up the windows. Everyone was preparing for what was to come. Some people gathered together in one room. Some upstairs, some downstairs. Some alone in dark hiding spots. I looked for a place of my own. I heard a piano playing, playing like it was the last song of our lives. It wasn't melancholy or sad, but not terribly up beat. It was a simple and deep melody that everyone could feel. I followed my ears to a man sitting at a table full of flowers. The man had delicate thin metal instruments attached to the ends of each of his fingers. He stroked the petals, and was able to capture the song within the flower. It no longer sounded like a piano, it sounded like the supple voice of a singing heart. The notes long and gentle. Delicate and tranquil. Each note flowed into the next. And though the people carried on with movements and their objectives, there was a whispering melody entering their hearts.