Melody

The melody takes hold of my spirit and released me into the heavens. I am falling in love with the notes as they entrant my being. Four muscle-molded hands at play; belonging to fellow brothers. Together they make sweet music flow. Practiced joins with unskilled fingers to make my soul sing. The tune accompanies my thoughts as they wander through time. Classical swiftly transforms into staccato, which glides into a dissonant chord…, captivating my attentions. Passions flowing from their fingers; the tempo quickens, pulling me faster into the swirling adrenaline that floods the mood.