Ivory keys beneath my fingers

I was blessed with hearing a very talented pianist this morning at church. It made me feel fantastic to know that I mastered one of the songs he played when I was only in 11th grade, and one of the others I am playing right now.  I wish that I had more free time to sit in front of those ivory keys and make a beautiful noise.  I love the way my fingers have a mind of their own when I'm sitting on that piano bench.  It's as if my brain completely shuts off and my fingers take over.  It's a feeling and a phenomenon I can't comprehend, much less explain.  Music is a beautiful thing, and being able to make my own music is even more beautiful.