Found

There are some things which are lost, but can be found. There are others, which are lost, and never can be found. Why so profound? I am in the mood for rhymes once again.

Recently, someone made me remember something which I loved to do when I was younger. This has always been around, just that, I had not taken notice of it for a long, long time.

Today, I re-opened it again, and spent some quality time together with it. It's amazing, that connection with it. Something that I almost forgotten. It is my organ. I had intensively developed a relationship with it for around five years. Thereafter, I lost touch with it.

As I touched it again. I realized, that I am no longer as close to it. My fingers no longer tap it as well as I used to. Yet, the connection that I had lost, returned. When you find time between you and your instrument, making music, no one can intervene it. The music that is created, is something you will enjoy, it's something between you and your instrument. That something, is something I found back today, and boy am I glad I found it once again.