The story below was written by my mother in her own voice.
Divorce is never easy for anyone in a household which is breaking up. But soothing and healing music can help. It did for me. My then-teenager, Evan, practically played the keys right off the piano in my apartment, creating songs that reached deep into my soul. I doubt that he realized his compositions were reaching anyone else but himself back then. After two and a half years of enjoying his music almost daily, I moved out of state and the silence of never hearing him play was deafening. I began asking and then begging him to create a CD so that I could hear him play again.
Eight years went by. I had remarried and it was Christmas 2009. Soft music played in the background as we exchanged gifts and when everything had been opened, I headed for the kitchen to prepare a meal for the seven of us. I hadn’t been in there long when my husband came in and began dancing me back into the middle of the living room. I was somewhat embarrassed to be dancing in front of the kids like that and totally mystified as to what he was doing when suddenly I thought I recognized the song being played on the sound system as something Evan had written so long ago that my memory of it was hazy. I looked at the faces around the room and in an instant I finally caught on to what everyone else already knew: the music was Evan’s in the form of a CD-in-the-making, a Christmas gift for me. The music of my soul had come home.
And now, a year later, it is in its final form and no longer only a gift for me. I believe this music wants to heal and that it has a power of its own to do that. A true gift for one is always a gift for all.
Mary Anne Evans, Evan’s mom
