It's been years since my fingers have graced the songs of Chopin on the piano. Growing up, I used to find solace, deep within the veins of my Heart, in the keys. Whenever I'm asked to play or if a desire comes over me to play, I sit down on the piano bench and meddle a bit with the keys but now it's hard to play. A sorrow stops me from playing. But at the same time, there's an ecstasy. The sorrow and the joy together is too much for me that I cannot play. I cannot play yet.