running my fingers on the black and ivory keys was a past-time...
the "music-box" liked sounds that i grew so accustomed with...
i figured out the rhythm, the melody, the tempo--eventually the emotions that filled all these notes as i grew older...
and together my little friend grew bigger...
and i got tall enough for my feet to step on the pedals...
my fingers have grown to liking the black and ivory keys...
caressing each and every one...
it has a connection from the touch of the key to the heart...
as each key conveying a sentiment i might not understand then...
i began to like the melody and my ears are starting to attune to the familiar notes...
and i know there will always be a corner where I can count on my "hulky-soulmate"
to free me from the world...
