Again the keys call me. Like the softly played keys of a piano, they call. What notes do they wish to voice? What feelings? What passions? What sadness? Or, will it be the tinkling of laughter tonight? Will it be the deep tones of pain? Or will the keys fly under my fingers with the light glowing touch of a Father's love? I never know what music will fall from my fingers. I never know where they will lift me, where they will drag me. I only know that I can’t ignore their call. It is like there is a second person within me. One who can take all that I feel, all that I want to feel and transform it into notes disguised as words. Thank you, Holy Spirit!

Sometimes, like tonight, I can hear so much going on inside me. So many separate songs all playing at once. Sometimes the tensions of the songs are bursting to get out. Only, I hear so many I don’t know which to let out first. Some are screaming. Some are begging. Some are whispering. Some are crying. There are songs of joy and laughter, of smiles and memories. They are the ones that are sometimes the hardest to hear. But, even when it is the darkest hour, I know they are there. I can feel the gentle vibrations of them, like that pianos’ vibration that lingers long after the last note has been played.

Then that Master Conductor that is inside me points his wand at me and all the notes of all the songs suddenly die into silence. From lips that had been too frightened to speak for so long would finally, come the clear tones of the heart strings. Fed by the background music of the soul would come the song, played lovingly out upon the keys.

But, would the world hear the notes? Would it be as if we were at a social tea and the chatter would carry on around the music as if it weren’t there? Would there be awed whispers wondering where that song had been so long? Wondering who wrote it, who was singing it? When the song ended, would the chatter resume as if it had never been? When the world drifted off into it’s home that night, would there be even one who would be humming the notes, whispering the words beneath their breaths? Would it even matter if no one remembered?

No, for the gift of the song is in the singing of it. The gift of the heart strings is a gift of the soul. The gift is not devalued if it is not accepted. It is instead worth even more, for it was a song some soul in the world needed to hear. Sad or happy, lost forever or held close for eternity. The gift is in the giving.

Sing your song. Let your melody be disguised as words. Give your gift to the world. Know that God gave you the song to share it. Know in your heart that someone in the world is waiting to hear those notes. Know that when the time comes that you are no longer a part of this world, the vibrations of your heart strings will linger to lift another and God's will, will have been done.