Do You Hear The Music?
by Randy Chambers, 2004-08-06
Solomon stood statue likestill as stoneone arm resting on the broom handle.
Folks often wondered what it was that Solomon thought about in those times hed stop
in his work and look off. It seemed as though he saw something far away on some hard to
see and distant shore. But hed only pause a moment before getting back to work,
cleaning up after school kids the way hed done for nearly forty years.
Every prom had its theme, but none truly seemed unique. They all had run together over
time. Each year, Solomon looked on as the kids prepared, and planned, and put up
decorations. Hed watch them come, dressed in splendor, bright. He delighted to see
how such uncommon adornment sparked the light in eyes, and lit the smiles upon the
evenings would-be princes and princesses alike. And then hed stand off alone
and watch. Hed watch them talk, and laugh. Hed watch them dance to the music
of the dayso many with various steps and styles, and some with neither. Then in the
morning, in the quiet aftermath, hed go to work; and hed write upon his memory
all hed seen the night before.
Prom time meant more clean up than usual, but Solomon didnt mind. Hed just
smile and go right to worksweeping up crumpled crepe paper, popped balloons,
confetti and the likewhistling as he went, stopping occasionally for a bit of rest
and deep reflection.
Howdy, Mr. Solomon, Timmy Nelson blurted from behind, bringing Solomon from
his thoughts. How are you today?
Oh, cant complain, Timmy. Solomon went back to pushing the broom.
Timmy came around in front, Mind if I give ya a hand?
Now that would be real nice, Timmy. Theres another broom over yonder by the
Timmy got the broom, and got up close as he could to Solomon, watched for a moment and
then went to workpushing the broom pretty much in sync with Solomon.
Wow, sure is a big floor! Timmy noted, I dont think I ever
realized how big it is before now. Dont you get tired of cleanin it?
Nah, Timmy, I dont mind at all. I actually kind of look forward to it.
Timmy stopped mid broom-stroke, Youre kidding, right?
Solomon grinned and continued sweeping. Timmy joined in. They worked without a word,
offering up sounds of paper scraps scraping against the floor. Several minutes passed
before Solomon stopped again, rested on his broom handle and stared off.
What do you think about when you stop like that, Mr. Solomon?
Solomon smiled and paused a moment. Timmy, Ive seen thirty-some of these
proms, and I never get tired of them. Most of the time, its just me in here during clean
up, but I never feel alone. Ill just be here pushin the broom, and then there
they areall those young folksout there dancinout
there. Timmy gazed into the empty gym, trying to get a glimpse of the marvel
that lit Solomons eyes with wonder.
Seems theres two kinds Ive seen come through this place, Solomon
continued, those who take the music with them, and those who let if fade. I run into
them every now and again. Seems easy to figure out who can still hear the music. Its
in their eyesthe way they walktheir words. The others seem to rush through
life like a race, like theyre all fired up to get it over with.
Solomon looked piercingly into Timmys eyes. What about you Timmydo you
hear the music? Timmy just stared back, not knowing how to respond. Its
always the same it seemslife, the dance, the music. Nothing new under the sun, eh
You suppose God likes music? Timmy asked.
You ever read the Psalms? Solomon questioned. Now theres a music
that never fades for any so inclined to hear it.
Timmy left shortly thereafter. Solomon continued in his work, pausing every so often to
listen to the music. What a blessing it was to him, to watch so many young folks taste of
some of lifes most precious times. For them, their dance had only started. Solomon
knew his dance was almost done. Life in this place would long surpass his lifetime, and
the stories of music, dances, and the proms he had seen would soon be stories that only
the walls could tellif only they could speak.