Have I told you this story before?

The one where I was sleeping on the couch about midday

The one I slept on everyday exhausted by what I cannot say.

And the voice (except it wasn’t a voice and didn’t use words, exactly)

Said “Wake up sleeper! There is work to be done, and don’t be afraid

I am with you “

But there was no one there and I was terribly afraid despite the reassurance.

And also filled with light.

And another unfamiliar feeling, perhaps they call it joy.

And I rose as if I were still in a dream and sat down at the piano for the first time

In a year.

And the notes came. Something that had been in my head awhile.

And I played on the out of tune piano collecting dust in my living room

Played a concert for an empty house but filled with my noise, my sound, my song

Shattered the silence and drone of the refrigerator with reverberation

And there was warmth all around me holding me present with me.

And I don’t believe in these kinds of things

But that didn’t stop it from happening or my going along,

Wake up! You are not dead. I bring you glad tidings.

Wake up! There is still a song inside your heart and you can not leave until it has been sung

(And maybe it will take some time to find,you must find it, you are the only one who can find it, it is my gift to you, it is important that you find it and put the words and melody in your one unique voice, you are important. your story is not done)

Wake up!