The following actually happened to me about 15 years ago while "entertaining" in the Alzheimer's Center of a Naples, Florida Retirement Community
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Only her pale breathing told of life.
A very old--but not aged--
beautiful head permanently bent
had closed completely that space
between eyebrows and breast
Belted in a chair with wheels,
she no longer sensed
what, where, how, when, or why.
Communication to or from her brain
might have been evermore lost.
I knelt on carpeted floor,
arranged myself so to gaze
into her face. Nothing there.
Talent with which I'd been blessed,
I felt a strong need to share.
An aide said, "Take your violin and play
for those who can hear, enjoy, rather than
one locked away inside herself forever."
Truth is, I lost the strength to raise
myself up from carpeted floor.
The room hushed! Softly and slowly I played a
sweetest Ave Maria--Holy Mary!
Sitting on that carpeted floor,
I looked (up) into those now-blue eyes
and caught the beginnings of a smile.
While playing, I stared and smiled at her.
Tears began to flow, hers and mine...onto thick carpet.
Later someone told me that she had not responded
to ANYTHING or anybody for many days.
She began to finger her gold-chained cross
It was a God day which I shall NEVER forget.