Like a bird the notes you hear soar, in perfect grace, through the air. Some soft like white, cotton clouds, some hard like rocks deep beneath the Earth's surface. Some are short, sharp like the swing of a knight's silver blade. Others long, soft like the silken gown of a young maiden, flowing in a quiet, ballroom dance.

Like a ballet is to the dancer, a song is the composer's soul. Music is, with all these contradictions, a beautiful form of art. Like a painting it has the ability to evoke emotion, like a lover is has the power to touch your soul. It's fingers a graceful wisp to touch one's broken heart, and it's face a changing mask to any who choose to look.