i deconstruct my thoughts at this piano

i like sitting there in the dark
just my Self & the sound & the sensations
my hands naturally gravitate towards the keys
a pattern of black and white
individually different but together, a stream of music
that flows into my thirsty ears
quenched by the delightfulness of accomplishment
I'm visually hindered
but my fingers have an instinctual map
and at one point
it's hard to tell whether I'm pressing the keys
or if they are pulling my fingers down on them
it's an unconscious experience
the music & my fingers are moving faster than my thoughts
it becomes a race
but my heart always wins
if i stop to think
the flow is interrupted by my mind
and it's anxious tendency
so i drift away
on a river
made up of 88 keys

i just mastered Let It Be on the piano after 3 days of practicing it
& i feel very accomplished
i wish i could write better but that's basically it

"i wake up to the sound of music..."
-Paul McCartney