The cold blue tones of G-minor swell through keys beneath my fingers. An ocean of sound is pouring against my skin. I close my eyes, letting dancing, twirling melodies embrace me, take me. I have known no greater comfort than the resounding keys of a piano in a dimly lit room, the cascading cry of two violins bowing in perfect harmony, the warmth of a folk trio on the ancient streets of New Orleans. In the cracks and corners of my life, in the flurries of sorrowful darkness and beautiful bouts of community and love, I find my forever friend, Music. It is the force of life in my bones, the harmonious prayer I breathe on my lips, through my fingers.
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