Give me a Piano

Give me a piano and I will use what meager skills I have to express the insides of myself. Every gut and innard, every emotion and feeling... I will play it out. Without words an instrument can say so much. The highs and lows of the notes, the softness and loudness of each note. The leaps of pitch... expressing for me what I do not know how to say... expressing what is deep inside of me. And when my skills fall short, I will turn on the sounds of symphonies written  before this moment. Symphonies that have expressed what I am trying to express right now. I’m alive. My heart beats. It rises and falls. It leaps with joy and falls in pain, but in only a few minutes of musical expression my heart finds something else. Rest.