If the world is a recital, I am the pianist.

Playing my part and shining through my solos.

The spotless black lacquer reflects unforgettable memories.

Reminiscences of triumphs and failiures radiate throughout the concert grand.

Pondering as I play,

Thinking of what mysteries the next note may bring,

Rather than amplifying every tone to its highest capacity,

Enchanting the souls of all the audience in a mere instant.

Every note soaring higher than Icarus,

Ivory burning brilliantly beneath each graceful finger,

Until becoming oblivious to the audience and all the world,

So lost in nirvana the keys fall into place wholly.

When in reality no composition is perfect,

And myriads of fumbles and faults will be encountered.

Nonetheless crescendo through time to captivate every moment in the melody,

And I'll play my piece of the universe.