As my fingers slide across sets of long black and white ivory, a spark enters my mind. Is this fate, some manifestation of predestined occurrences, or am I simply going through the motions that one goes through in the process of creation? The spark again. A lyric, a rhyme, a melody – each serving a different purpose in the greater whole of what I begin to create.

Is this really what I chose to do, and more importantly, is this even worth the time and effort that I put into it? Will I pour my heart, soul, and very essence into this work only to have the insecurities that have beaten me down time and time again, do so once more? No. I play on. Dissonance is interesting, right? Or am I trying to hard? No – dissonance is underappreciated and the perfect device for this movement in which those very same insecurities as before are described though a minor arpeggio that if no one else, I will cherish.

But these words that pour out of me seem to jumble at the very thoughts I try to organize and put down on paper. Maybe I should just let them pour out. But it is so hard to describe human emotion with the words that our language has created. They stifle the very meaning of every single emotion, are far too limited. “Love.” The ancient Greeks had five specifically different words for Love so what does it mean when I say “I Love You” in this song.

As time goes on, we cannot appreciate what we once had. Such joy was felt at a simple chord or two being plucked so softly - ringing through our ears, hearts, and minds. And the dance of creation comes to an end. Our breaths shorten, speed up, we play the introvert, and we go on.