Sometimes the world

tries to knock it out of you

But I believe in music

the way that some people

believe in fairy tales.

I like to imagine that what I hear

came from my mother and father.

Maybe the notes I hear...

are the same ones they heard

the night they met.

Maybe that's how they found each other.

Maybe that's how they'll find me.

I believe that, once upon a time

long ago

they heard the music and followed it.