Of course, I have a personal pianist…

Of course, I have a personal pianist…
She is playing all the time…
Her fingers move with the grace of a dancer…
Her melodies bringing faith, hope and love.

She weaves me a story with her silken hands…
Tells me to unlock every window and every door…
She always plays tribute to the wildness…
Because for me, the wildness is finer than the tame.

She uses the keys to open the skies…
To help me understand the power of the universe…
Speaking directly to the wanderer within me…
That part that says I can be so much more.

I always wonder why she chooses to play for me…
Me, being the most peculiar of creatures…
Doesn’t she see that my size is extra, extra, super long…
And I can never find a pair of pajamas that fits.

Can I ask you a question?
Do you have a personal pianist?
She is just the echoes of your life to come…
With songs written only for you.

I love you,

Annie