(A/N) This was just written to show what I see music to be, and what happens to me when I create music. I know others feel this way, but the rush of music is something I cherish. Please enjoy, for music is what makes the world go round. :-)

The fingers toyed lightly with the black and white keys. They lovingly stroked the worn ivory. The wrists moved gracefully, pulsing and the mind way above the hands was already filling with the melody that was cascade through the fingers into the piano. The melody swelled inside the mind of the player and was reaching a stable part in the tune, when the first finger struck. A single note quavered through the air, then another joined it as, in perfect harmony a melody unraveled itself, building and joining with notes already in existence, steady beats became longer and misshapen as the mind above changed course. The keys repetitiveness became faulty yet the graceful fingers stayed perfectly in time, smoothing the keys, caressing the notes as they hung in the air. The accidentals became more frequent and the flats more often, yet the familiar pace of the original tune was there, never wavering, always moving onwards. The jabbing, and bending melody started to slow, the fingers giving way to a rush of emotion, and the melody soared into new heights, smooth as glass, as wide as the ocean and as free as the wind. The music became breathing as the player was lost in the thought and beauty of the piece. The piano was sturdy, the strings were echoing, and the fingers ran like water up and down the black and white stream and the dips of the notes became life as the music began to slip, to a well known thought, and the crescendo began to decrease. The freedom of the skies, the breathing of the winds filtered into a funnel of satisfied and calm love. The fingers began to once again, stroke the keys in long strokes, filled with memories or what once was. An abrupt change of key, brought the player back to what was real, or what was thought to be real, and the music wallowed into a lingering note. Stretching, wanting to continue. But, as the finger left the key, a shadow of a melody was heard. Drifting in the minds eyes, pulsing gently into a mist. For that simple note, could be the beginning of another journey down the path of music.