The Music She Makes

As she sits at her piano made of dark rosewood with her fingers lying gracefully on the ivory keys, she focuses intently on the sheet music before her. The cream colored walls add a sense of peace to the room, and she feels that nothing matters, except for the music she makes. The music speaks to her in a way that no one else understands, and grasps her soul tightly. She doesn’t feel lonely or abandoned, she feels no pain. She forgets her troubles and her worries and focuses solely on the music she makes. The sounds fill the room around her, giving her much needed rest. She knows that as soon as the music stops, reality will set back in. So she plays on wishing everyday were as beautiful as the music she makes.