Play Me

I am an instrument of my time. 

Each key tuned to a memory, a day, a year.

Press the right key and certain sets of feelings begin playing. 

Vibrations reach out tweaking my thoughts, my heart, my laughter, even my tears.

How do you press these keys?

Music can do it.

Stories can do it.

But most of all it is people who do it.

The tone of your voice, the look in your eyes, the way you walk, the way your mouth lifts up or twists down. 

What kind of music do you want to play on me?  What kind of feelings do you want to invoke?  What kind of musician are you?

It matters what you do.