Hearing The Music in the Tinkling of the Keyboard.

When I think about you, I think about you in the sound of music. Sometimes I think you are a big band tapping out a rythm while ladies float by in dresses that go on for miles. Sometimes you are a rock band and we are in the crowd bobbing our heads and cheering for the radio hits. Sometimes you are a child, learning how to play the piano, hitting false notes but beaming at the triumph over the weight of the keys.

Sometimes I compare you to other poeple I've known or loved. Sometimes I smile at your beauty, your strength, your height. Sometimes I admire your social, literal and mechanical intelligence. Sometimes I love how you seem to just know my mind.

In comparision:

You love my thoughts. You hunger for and hang onto my words.
You have a respect for my wisedom, however small.
You know what is important to me.
Honor, trust, honesty, and love hang in your every atom.
You see my small attempts and grant them room to blossom into fruitful endeavors.
You are sincere in your recognition of my beneficial traits.
You help me change my undesirable faults and follies.
You introduce new thoughts that are tailored for my ability and understanding.
You encourage my being- my song, my writing, my life, my love.

Sometimes I look at you and see something of time and life and tomorrow.
Sometimes I look at you and I just see plain sunshine.