The pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into dualism, low to high, optimism to fatalism, half fair, half unfair to a tone that seeks to balance our emotions. The pianist tiptoes over key-tops, each dance upward seeks to sow the knowledge we need to grow beyond the lagoon of sorrow. Wet feet and a humbling tumble, we've collected much trouble. The pianist bangs over and over the lever to build up a poetry of joy. If contrast is a melody, may we be written into a journey we’re passionately keen to enjoy.