For all its nobility, its gloriest name wrapped in crown of victory, trailing behind its success stories.
Dreams, sparkle up the soul in the eyes.
Liven up the weary spirit.
Mind against body. Will over the flesh. Even when the odds stake high, walled up.
I know it exists, the chances of it surviving slim as it is, it takes an out-of-norm tenacity to sustain it.
My dream, it made me sweat, lose sleep, tear, ache and cry.
For my childhood dream to run my fingers
so free, relishing, flowingly, gracefully..
on the contrasting black and white.
I am living
.. to dream to play the piano..
WELL!
