It is alright when you come

When I walked in to Granite Gates today one of my favorite ladies was sitting at a table all alone. Everybody else was waiting for me in the common room where I play music. She looked confused and very worried. I have been told that she was a university professor in her younger years, very bright and active. I can see her great intelligence searching inside her brain for something she knows she has lost. She keeps running into black holes where she once knew herself. Where she had stored a lifetime she now finds nothingness. She knows this, and the pain it causes is written on her face. She is also a lady who loves music. Today when I walked in, she saw me and smiled. "It is you" she said and she sighed. "When you come it is alright." She touched her head. "I am not always looking for..." She trailed off then. "I can relax when you come." We held hands then and she walked with me to find a place in the music room.