Last night I was Mozart

I love my grandfather's Baby Grand Piano. Last night I sat down and flipped through a book of Broadway songs I have not played since about one year before my mission. It was fun to sit down and hammer out songs.

For a moment I imagined myself in a grand hall on stage. I held the audience captive as my fingers ran up and down the piano keys like a spider. My nerves were nowhere to be found (as they usually cause my hands to tremble in front of audiences). The music was enticing as I lost myself in notes that shaped my childhood and my love of music. I could have sat at the piano and played for hours; sometimes I do when my family isn't home.

Music is such a powerful tool. Sometimes I get so lost in it, I forget about other things around me. I will be driving down the road belting out a tune and I don't come back to reality until I happen to notice someone looking at me stangely. But that is okay. That is who I am.