The piano player becomes one with the instrument and transforms into perfect self expression. Black and White into one- fingers touching; your essence does come. Sometimes so soft, a gentle hue; sometimes harsh, aggressive..true. Hands become the instrument; and through this it shows- You ARE the sounds you create as they flow. At your purest self- you sit…you play. Your thoughts flow through your music; more than words could ever say. Your mind becomes one- with the music you conceive; like the moon in the sky- they coexist, they never leave. Nothing else matters as you lose yourself, and then- come the self inflected walls; as the music starts to end. Like waking from a dream- Like walking in the rain; Like feeling lost within- Like unearthing buried pain. Until again, you’re one- with what you do the best; You’re never at true peace- for you NEED to express. I hear it in the touch; I feel it in the sound- I know it when I hear; the music flowing round. The air is full of life- an energy unfolds; for when you play your song- your story becomes told. Silent depths within your soul; feelings words cannot convey- revealed- unknown to you- As you just sit and play. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie