Music has a way of touching people in ways that words are unable to, and the pure voice of the piano is sweetest.
She felt a song rising in her; a song yet unwritten; a song in her Maker's hands. Feelings were stirred that she couldn't decipher; notes swirling around in her head; mixed up lyrics, wishing to be put to song. Praise overflowed from her, yet she made no sound.
She just rocked back and forth to the music of the piano.
Over and out,