If I could grow up and be anything I'd be a piano player. I would sit at a smooth black piano with my hair in an elegant bun, my dress would be striking and black with a swooping back, and my earrings would tease the eyes of the audience as they flickered in and out of the stage light. The audience would sit calmly and dream their dreams, review their tragedies, or perhaps lean their heads back and drink it in. Words in that moment would speak to some -- it is true -- but piano music, the unsuspecting ripples and twists of the ivory keys, could capture all; a language all in its own.

It has been said that life is a dance, but to me, life is like piano music. Only does the composer really know where the song is turning next, and though the avid listener may guess, the composer can always change the next beat. This is like God with the rhythm of our lives.

Unfortunately I cannot play the piano -- not really. But, Naturally, in my daydream this is not the case. :-)