This evening as I was laying by the sofa watching a chinese movie with my wife when my younger son suddenly screamed and moved away from his computer console shouting “bee, bee, bee”.
My wife turned around and on closer inspection of the flying thing, realised that it was a really huge butterfly and shouted excitedly.
Not believing, I got up from the sofa and true indeed it was a huge brown butterfly waltzing gracefully around my living room. As I approach it, it did not fly away but moved towards my arm and fluttered around it before moving towards my Yamaha Clavinova Digital Piano and disappear from sight after I turned to talk to my wife.
After search for a while, I found it clinging behind the digital piano. I happily told my wife that perhaps it was attracted to the latest piano piece that I had been playing for the past week – “Butterfly Waltz” by Brian Crain. It was a very beautiful piano composition and I even had a Youtube version on my blackberry.
I move the piano away from the wall to get a good photographic shot and got my wife to hold the “Butterfly Waltz” piano score for a memorable photograph.
As I was looking at my blackberry, searching for the piano clip, I realised that it was 24 January, the 3rd death anniversary of my beloved mother.
Perhaps it was her, perhaps it was just a coincident that a really huge butterfly with a wingspan of 7 inch that had innocuously ventured into our flat, 4 storey above ground. Maybe it was the fragrance or waff of our small garden by the common verandah that I had constructed for my wife. Or was it the echo of the “Butterfly Waltz” that had permeated through our flat into the woodlands by the side of our flat drawing this beautiful butterfly to our corridors.
I carefully place it into a basket and released it on a plot of greenery below our flat near the small woodlands. Initially it refused to leave the basket and I had to gently nudge it away from its confines. I was not sure if it would survive the night or that it had wandered into our home to pass away peacefully.
But I guess whether it was fate, coincidence or a manifestation of the “Butterfly Waltz”, it was beautiful.
Cheers Mom!
Mikey
