The brick walls echoed with the slamming of the door. My fingers sought out the coolness of the ivories, and my thoughts tumbled along the unseen treble and bass clefts.

It had been over three years since I seriously attempted to push any music thur my fingers. Sure I studied for many years. Sure one of my majors was music. I was never proficient, at least in my eyes. People say that once you learn somthing you never really forget. It’s not neccessarly that one forgets, but if you can’t feel it …. then what’s the point?

There are times in ones life when nothing feels right except for what you know is part of your soul.

It’s the rawness that frightens me.