Lost Songs

I compose music in my head. They are transported onto the keys of my Yamaha YPT-400. Although an old keyboard, I love it. Each note rings as vibrant to me as if was a Bösendorfer grand piano. But that's only because each key I press is a vision that I create in my mind that also comes from the depths of my very soul. They are the keys to my heartache, happiness, and lunacy.

It's been almost a year from today since I sat down to play with the sisters and brothers I've created. They've escaped me because I have not practiced within that time frame. I hope they come out to play soon. I regret that I've forgotten their melodies; their visions. If only I knew how to read them.

If only...

Maybe they'll come back to me in a dream. I'll wake and run straight to my little piano and allow them to breathe once more again. Come what may; the joy of my sunshine or in the darkness of my sadness, all twenty-something songs will come out to play with me again.

Oh, life... why must you always manage to get in the way?