As the ivory keys dance underneath my fingertips I feel the energy of the notes speak my wisdom. Calling out in longing and tickled as I grace my hands above them. My soul weeps in joy and tears at the release it sends throughout my body. A part of me locked away for so long, awaiting the players box to be opened- to hear the chords call my name: they cry out asking where I have been, where is that girl that's been hidden away. The artist who paints her visions, who plays her desires who photographs her memories. 
