Today, while I play the piano, I paint a story in my head. Even though it’s the same song, I play it in a different way. I paint a different picture. That’s how I usually play: each note is a picture, a scene, a story. Today, the story is Jael. She’s floating on the surface of the sea, her dress and hair spreading out around her. I’m far below--hundreds of feet down, waiting amid corals. Jael is sinking slowly, falling down to where I am. Her eyes are closed, but she’s breathing, breathing in the water and the salt. She lands next to me and the corals hold us in their arms calmly, safely.
But it’s only a song and the song has to end.
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