Farewell Speakers

I used to have this set of speakers. They were old, but boy did they get the job done. The sound came out of both speakers – sometimes. And the sound, oh man, the sound wasn’t the best in the world; it was a bit staticky during the high notes of any musician that laid there voice through them. But I didn’t mind any of these set backs. I was just happy that I could play music through them. They were two speakers attached to each other through a forking wire that lead to a rather big nub that would attach to my ipod shuffle rightly named, Tiny Onion or Tiny for short.

From that little piece of technology traveled electrical musical messages. Out they came, blaring sometimes, through both or one of the speakers and into the air that filled my comfort space – like majestic colors on plain but peaceful, bedroomy canvas.

And then one day, the speakers, the magic makers or comfort fillers, disappeared into the secrets of the home. That is to say, they got lost somewhere in the house. No use in pointing the finger at anyone for loosing it, for we all lost it by not knowing where it went nor how, when and why it went from knowledge’s face.

All I can say is that, that day was a most sad and music-less day for me. I did have a stereo. But I was already used to the radio with all its modern features – its optional bass, repeat, radio, cd and cassette player feats can only amaze me so much. I missed the dysfunctional speaker and the anticipation of static high notes.

Months have passed and I still don’t know where those speakers are. But I have accepted this loss, however trivial this may seem to some.