Holding tenderly the gifts of mourning and joy, the ears of my heart grow attuned to the melody emerging from the score of my own life.

My responsibility in this short life is to learn the notes and theory, but also write and play the emerging melodies from each second of this loaned time on earth. [ensuring still, we do not add unwanted flats or sharps in the scores of our neighbour].

May mine be beautiful at the end.
And yours too.

So all together, we are able to leave behind a beautiful harmony in the ocean of melodies.