Octave. 

Sharp.

Flat.

Key. 

Melody.

Tempo.

I get lost here. 

Eyes closed, my hands fly over the keys. 

Mistakes here and there. 

Boring to some.

Mediocre to most. 

Cathartic to me. 

Players block hits.

My hands stop, unsure of what notes to play. 

This is where I get stuck. 

Once you start thinking, you stop feeling.

When you stop feeling, you stop playing.

Now you're trying to play for someone else.

Get lost in the keys. 

Get lost in the melody. 

Get creative and just let go.

It is then that you can find yourself between the ivory keys.