Free Me

It’s just a metaphor. I don’t have dissociative identity disorder. Wait, do I? I don’t know. Let me ask myself.

There is a piano player inside of me whom I really like. I like his tastefulness, I like his style. I like the kinds of licks and styles of music that he plays.

I want to hear him play in the “real world.” I want to see him play with some real people. I want to feel the joy he feels when the music is made. I want to let him out and see what he can really do. I want you to be able to hear him, if you want to. But most of all, I just want him to be free to play his music.

Has anyone seen my keys?

Sat, 2011 10 29 at 9:03 AM |Permalink for this entry