I Hear Music

“Some need gold and some need diamond rings
Or a drug to take away the pain that living brings
A promise of a better world to come
When whatever here is done
I don’t need that sky of blue
All I know’s since I found you, I’m happy when I’m in your arms
Happy, darling, come the dark
Happy when I taste your kiss
I’m happy in a love like this”

Happy- Bruce Springsteen

My seventies girl is tall. She has long graceful legs, jet black hair and delightfully dark eyes. Sometimes when she smiles I think that I hear bells ringing. We are lying in bed listening to music. Her head is on my chest and her hair is splayed across my face. I keep moving it because it makes my nose itch. Every time I do she moves with me so that it tickles my nose again. I don’t have to see her face to feel her smile. She likes to tease me. As  I start to relax and my breathing becomes more rhythmic she takes a finger and traces it along my body.

It is a special kind of tickle that makes me jump. I roar with feigned exasperation and quickly roll on top of her. I pin her arms above her head and start tickling her. Two can play this game.

She squeals with laughter and squirms beneath me. “Ok, ok, ok. You win,’ she cries. We return to our prior position of me on my back and her head on my chest and talk about the future.

“There’s a house upon a distant hill
Where you can hear the laughter of children ring
Guardian angels, they watch from above
Watching over the love that they bring
But at night I feel the darkness near, I awake and I find you near
I’m happy with you in my arms
I’m happy with you in my heart
Happy when I taste your kiss
I’m happy in love like this”

I stare at the ceiling and listen as she describes the house she wants to live in. She loves flowers and tells me that she has Laura Ashley sheets that would be perfect for our bedroom. There will be two stories and multiple bedrooms. The master will be upstairs and while the kids are young so will they. I close my eyes and listen as she talks about how many kids she wants and some of her favorite names. Suddenly there is a pause in the conversation and I know that she expects me to respond to her thoughts.

For a moment I am lost. I have paid a lot of attention to what she is saying but the truth is that while her hand has been rubbing my stomach and chest I have gotten other ideas. The scent of her perfume is strong but not in a bad way and biology is having an impact upon me. Now I am more than lost in her scent. I am trying to remember what she was saying but all I can think of is pheromones. She asks me what I think but at the moment I can’t tell her what my name is. She turns her head to face me and we kiss.

“Honey, you like that,” she asks. I tell her that I love when she kisses me. She makes a face and asks me a question again. I roll onto my side and kiss her. She looks at me, eyelids slightly narrowing. Somewhere in the back of my head I hear a bell clanging and a soft voice whispering “answer.”

I want to answer, I really do but something is messing with my head. I feel fuzzy headed and I try to buy time by saying “I love you.” She knows me well enough to know that it is not a line and she says “I love you too.” There is music. I hear music. I tell her that every time we kiss I hear music. She rolls her eyes at me and says that lines aren’t necessary any more. I say, ‘no, I really hear music.” She doesn’t realize how sexy she is or that I find her intoxicating. I tell her that I can’t believe we found each other. Unsought and unexpected but ever so grateful. We grew up in different worlds and different places but somehow here we are.

It is dark now. All we can see are outlines of our bodies and images of the world that we want to create. We’re uncertain and unsure about many things. Life has a way of getting in the way.

“In a world of doubt and fear
I wake at night and reach to find you near
Lost in a dream, you caught me as I fell
I want more than just a dream to tell”

She is not sure that we can overcome the challenges and I am not sure that we can truly live apart. Words are exchanged, some soft and some harsh. Fear, doubt and insecurity intermix with hope.

We’re born in this world, darling, with few days and trouble never far behind
Man and woman circle each other in a cage
A cage that’s been handed down the line
Lost and running ’neath a million dead stars
Tonight let’s shed our skins and slip these bars
Happy in each other’s arms
Happy baby, come the dark
Happy in each other’s kiss
I’m happy in a love like this”

Later on I’ll be alone and think  about this time, this moment and how these moments are woven together to create a patchwork quilt called life.


A prompt from The Red Dress Club. This week, your memoir prompt assignment is to think of a sound or a smell the reminds you of something from your past and write a post about that memory.  Don’t forget to incorporate the sound/smell of your choosing!

As usual, word maximum is 700 words, but you can do fewer.

And by special request here are links to past Red Dress Club Posts:

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  1. Gina October 16, 2019 at 9:39 am

    Well, it wasn’t me, but now I guess it is because I clicked. I think this was a test!

  2. Leighann April 7, 2011 at 6:23 am

    I think this is quite possibly the best description of “deap in love” I have ever read.

  3. Renee April 6, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    Love the lyrics interwoven. Can’t miss with the Boss.
    Her hopes mixed with your insecurities? of the future very well done.

  4. Erin April 5, 2011 at 9:38 pm

    So wonderfully written! The music as well as your writing was spell binding!
    Music is such a wonderful way to capture a moment of time, of in this case, several moments in time, to form a “patchwork quilt” as you put it!

  5. Kir April 5, 2011 at 1:25 pm

    Written so well so we hear the music too. My husband is a huge Springsteen fan and sings this to me sometimes…I loved how you made me wish for a time to just lay in bed again 🙂

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  7. Jennifer April 5, 2011 at 9:49 am

    This prompt really was made for you! The weaving of the lyrics was seamless. This post is so intimate, so much inside of your heart, it was honestly a little hard to read. I felt like I was spying or stalking. These lines I thought were perfection because I feel like this moment you are describing has happened between nearly every single boy and girl across the world and across time. “I close my eyes and listen as she talks about how many kids she wants and some of her favorite names. Suddenly there is a pause in the conversation and I know that she expects me to respond to her thoughts.

    For a moment I am lost. I have paid a lot of attention to what she is saying but the truth is that while her hand has been rubbing my stomach and chest I have gotten other ideas. “

    • Jack April 5, 2011 at 10:58 pm

      That discussion is universal. I should probably whisper, but I remember having it more than once. I think that if you fall in love or really like someone and talk about the future it is hard not to have it.

  8. Frelle April 5, 2011 at 9:29 am

    i loved getting inside your head, and seeing what you saw… and I agree with Galit on the descriptiveness between the interwoven lyrics. This is the most intimate/sexy response to the prompt Ive read so far! 🙂

  9. Pua April 5, 2011 at 8:30 am

    I loved it. I felt like she should smell like patchouli and cinnamon. I don’t know why, but that’s how you made me feel like she should. And I could hear the song playing in the background of this scene, soft and serene.

    • dawn April 5, 2011 at 9:03 am

      Bruce!!! Yessss!!!!! Although I wrote my piece on smells, I did make reference to “songs from the 70’s” and I only had the Boss on my mind when I wrote that.
      Naturally, I loved this post – terrific, great job

    • Jack April 5, 2011 at 10:52 pm

      I don’t know what patchouli smells like well enough to imagine it, but cinnamon works. That is something that I can associate with her.

  10. Miranda April 5, 2011 at 8:08 am

    This was fantastic. It was sexy without being overt. And I really want to know if the two of you made it now!

    Great job!

  11. Amy April 5, 2011 at 7:14 am

    Great story! I wish it would have ended a little happier, but I am a sucker for a little romance. I love how you intertwined the song lyrics. I loved reading!

  12. Erica M April 5, 2011 at 6:55 am

    Always with the pheromones tossed in with a little testosterone. If I’m rubbing Q’s belly while talking bedroom decor, he’s not listening to me either.

  13. Lisa April 5, 2011 at 5:15 am

    Really well written – you had a lot of sensory images in there that really bring it to life.

  14. Joy April 5, 2011 at 4:00 am

    I love how you set this up and let it unroll through the lyrics. It was fascinating to read the way her beauty scrambled your thoughts and how you covered for that. Very fun read.

  15. JP April 5, 2011 at 3:19 am

    I love the “patchwork quilt” for life analogy…wonderfully written as always!…:)JP

  16. Galit Breen April 5, 2011 at 3:18 am

    Jack, this prompt was made for you! I always love what you can do with music!

    I love the sweetness, romance and sexiness. I also loved the realities of insecurities and unsureness.

    You used beautiful words like: intoxicating and patchwork quilt.

    I loved this line: “Somewhere in the back of my head I hear a bell clanging and a soft voice whispering “answer.”

  17. Carina April 4, 2011 at 11:19 pm

    Your writing made me live this moment in a lot of different ways. I wanted to know what happened, you drew me in. I like that. There’s something of the essence of life captured here.

  18. Jenn April 4, 2011 at 5:01 pm

    This was really nice, I like the way you wove the song lyrics in with the story…

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