I maintain it is an ability to be able to sit and stair for hours.
I can be driving long distances, drift off to sleep, wake up and I'm in a new place.
I hear an orchestra, my own, tuning and waiting for my signal to begin.
I can write, sing a melody, with absolute ease, poetry, and perfection.
I can people-watch and compose their song.
For the man with the backpack, from a high note, a thinking, racing melody begins, slows then stops. For the woman listening with friends, piano fluting in a minor key, then up and down the chords one finger laying down at a time.
Oh how I miss the songs from the piano. I could whisper then SHOUT the next, while playing my mood in soothe or pounding measures, the blues in fumbled gestures,no man can resist, Beethoven, Chopin, Liszt, Mozart, Scriabin, Scarlatti, Ellington, Goodman, Monk, Gillispie, Davis, Parker, Baker, Armstrong, Dorsey,Wilson, Coltrane, Prima, ....ooohhh....I miss my piano!
Current Mood: 
gloomy
Current Music: Dizzy Gillispie- things to come