emotional freedom, harmony, melody, Muse, poem, poetry, self-expression, self-knowledge, soul
There is sunshine in my heart and my fingers play a melody on the dancing ethereal piano of time. The notes are big and bright and beautiful and they strike each part of me in a way that they have never done before, before I grew to love all the very special parts of the instrument that is simply and eternally me.
Play on says the Muse that guides me. Play on and do not censor the notes that emanate from your soul. Your soul longs to freely skip along the quavers and vibrate with finely tuned feelings. The cacaphony of sounds resonate deeply within, harmoniously holding hands, and the listener listens and makes sense of it all.