[MUSIC] Fresh homegrown piano

Welcome back to your childhood home. It's a dilapidated, disgraceful ruin of a shanty, but oh, you can remember when it housed your whole family. Kept you warm as you beamed at the stars, always a lively conversation at the dinner table…

The white picket fences have been strewn apart, cascaded across what once was a lawn, the individual spikes now resting as yellow-grey in the low sun. You brush the creaky door wide, step inside, and instinctively pull the switch — but of course, the lights fail to illuminate.

So you come deeper. And there it is, unmoved after all these years of what they call growing up. Your worn, used upright piano. And you can close your eyes for a moment and tune out the street traffic, be brought back to your youth, when you first took lessons, those very beginning melodies that streamed from your fingertips. They were naive, and in that freshness was an honesty you'll never recapture. At least you don't believe you will. But if you have enough faith, anything's possible.

Just about. Then you begin to play.

It's not too late to make my dreams happen, you think to yourself, smiling at the chipped ivories.

Performed with Native Instruments Akoustik + Audio Ease Speakerphone.