A Dream I cant let go

I look at it...I want to touch it...I just want to feel the polished wood, the whites of the keys. The ways my fingertips fall between each groove, of each note. And when I play a sound, the vibrations though the tip of my finger, through my veins, into my heart. Giving me a warm sensation. I feel like I'm flying through the air...I wonder where it goes....How can a sound make me happy? So, I play more. My fingers fly, my hand changing shape and position to round with each measure I take. The pressure when I bang on the keys, the way the floor shakes. The loudness and and the motion of the room increases. I feel as though I'm running through the wind. And it is music I play..... Music I want to play, as I stand looking at you sitting, staring in a store window....